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  • Why is this a blogue, not a blog? It’s just an old-fashioned touch that harkens back to less-hurried (and harried) times, when a letter took a while to get delivered, and a reply took a while longer. When books were savored for their precious rarity. When news came in slowly for the most part and could be thoughtfully considered. A rapid-fire flow of constant info-junk tends to make me twitchy. When you visit my blogue, I invite you to take a nice deep breath, absorb things a little at a time, wander in a serendipitous fashion, and generally remember that even in the ultra-speedy world of the Internet, you control the pace of your life.

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July 28, 2007



..a stoking (stroking?)of the Sublime via the Senses, I heartily agree. Whatever that might be. Whatever stills the mind, which WILL go on and on, and give comfort to the easily-stunned body, which will "settle for bacon and eggs", as Annie Dillard writes. My Bacon and Eggs these days? Dillard's "Pilgrim at Tinker Creek", about really Seeing things, and Wonder and Astonishment. And Sister Wendy's books (and DVDs) on Art. Music, of course, but it can overwhelm the senses just as easily. Durufle's Requiem, Arvo Paart's Te Deum, Pablo Casals solo cello, 1 Giant Leap. Even the news that Joni Mitchell is releasing a new album in September called "Shine" lifts the spirits in anticipation, which is a a state of being worth cultivating, isn't it?

Waiting for the moon, in the cool of the garden, past the heat of the day,has become my summer meditation/renewal time. It's white flower season in southern California: trumpet flowers and jasmines, and early citrus, sweet alyssums and summer roses, which droop and look scorched in the desert heat, but unfurl again beneath the cool of the moon, releasing scent on the still air. Great time to practice...Breathing ...and letting go of the Ten Thousand Irritating Things.
And this small ritual my mother taught me; a splash of cold water in the face. Several rounds, really,face, neck,forearms, then sit somewhere quietly and drip dry...


(1) Definitely the works of Rumer Godden and I am rereading "In This House of Brede" right now too - I love that book.

(2) Quiet time spent in wild places, particularly by winding waterways somewhere, waterfalls or creeks, or among great trees and old stones

(3) A good cup of tea and gentle music - the "Baebes" are playing softly in the background as I tapo this note out

(4) Full moons, summer nights and liminal places

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    When the planet turns its face toward the dark, our nocturnal nature draws us out into the realm of Moon. This is a dominion of dreams that we explore with our senses fully awake. The subconscious spills into consciousness, allowing us to see what is not revealed by sight alone. Strange sounds come to our ears, intoxicating perfumes reach our noses, things appear that only emerge in darkness. We creep softly, following our moonshadows over the colorless world.
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