All those letters left unread
Unseen words of people long dead.
Gathering dust and spider webs
The truth they held seeping, ebbs.
Feelings poured out onto the page
Love, grief joy and rage.
I wonder why these missives were hidden
Where they evidence of love forbidden.
Love long dead.
The Silent Eye held it’s Lord Of The Deep course, this weekend just gone. It was wonderful.
While we were there we had two really thought provoking sessions on the Saturday.
The first was first was , An Exploration, The Offspring of Silence, beautifully presented to us by Jan Malique.
The second Exploration was Natural World and Spirituality. from Lorraine Munn.
You can read Jan Malique’s exploration here on Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. It gave us much food for thought. I must admit to being deeply touched by Jan’s exploration. I found myself wanting to cry. I could feel a deep sense of loss enveloping me.
I do not fear death as such, more I fear its approach. The realisation that all I hold dear will be taken from me.
We none of us know what awaits us after death. Either way no one has ever come back to tell us what lies beyond this sphere of life. It could be that there is nothing, no heaven,hell or purgatory, or even if there is a beautiful heaven where we will be reunited with friends and loved ones.
My fear is that we may, let’s say, cross over to find nothing. Yet we could still be aware of what we have lost. All our loved ones going about their lives, unaware of us lost like stardust in eternity. Loneliness seeping through us.
The second Exploration was lighter but one also very close to my heart. Though as Lorraine Munn went deeper into her subject I found myself filled with horror. I will explain more of this another time.
Lorraine explained about plants and trees having feelings. We should try harder to communicate with them. She is a learned women who knows so much about Nature and Spirituality and how the two meld.
I have been thinking about what Jan and Lorraine spoke to us all about, since my return. Really I need look no further than my back garden to see immortality and spirituality in Nature.
This is the Clematis that blooms yearly in our garden. It dies each winter and then it bursts back into life every April/May.
To Springs Rebirth.
It doesn’t get simpler than that in Nature’s realm. Yet we humans love to complicate this circle. No one wants to die… No but also how would it be if you were immortal, if you watched your loved ones die? Found new loves and friends, lost them again and again.
No there must be a better way. Gilgamesh wanted immortality, yet he had no idea what immortality really was. He had to learn many lessons, harsh lessons along his way.
I believe I have learned from his mistakes and the guidence of few good souls. I still have a long way to go. ..
Well it’s 5pm and I have just settled in a comfy position
on a very comfortable bed.
I have been traveling since 10am until 4pm and I am tired my back is screaming..
Where am I?
I am in Derbyshire and though it is wet and chilly it is a very beautiful place. The Nightingale center is very comfortable but even more important than the surroundings and the comfort I am about to embark on my first Silent Eye Workshop.
People have been arriving all afternoon and I am looking forward to seeing people I have met before and meeting new faces too. I have no idea or preconceived conceptions as to what I will learn these next three days. I am going forward with my mind , soul and ears open.
Eager to learn and open minded. I have read the work book and I can see many parallels with stories from holy books and fables from the mists of time. So I am ready to take a leap of faith.
Before the dawn of time
Before the flood
A man beast carved from spit and mud.
Taught a lesson to a king/ God
So I may not be posting or reading as much for the next three days but I am thinking of you all.
The talent Geoff LePard posted about an exhibition he visited at Tate Modern. The exhibition was of the work of Dorothea Tanning. I was so taken by what Geoff had to say about his visit not only the artwork but also an over heard conversation in the cafe. You can read the post here. The Surreal in the Here and Now.
Below is one of Dorothea’s paintings it really took my eye and I had to write a mirror Etheree about it. This is just my interpretation, I am probably well off of the mark. I don’t care because it spoke to me. So thanks to Geoff we have.
The madness of doors.
I am mad
This demon here
Knows better than that
I just gave birth to it
Don’t dare look at me like that
Mad, no I have opened the doors
Madness lies in closed doors, teathered souls
Clawing at the wood screaming to be free.
Don’t approach, this fruit of my womb may bite.
If you disturb it, it will take flight
Madness lies that way you must know
I’ll not take your food or drink
It will sully my milk
My child needs to feed
To sate it’s greed
I know I
The painting is by Dorothea Tanning. It is called Birthday, 1942, Oil on canvas.
I wrote about a birth before I found out it was actually called Birthday.
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