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“Everything grows old,
all beauty fades,
all heat cools,
all brightness dims,
and every truth becomes stale and trite.
For all these things have taken on shape,
and all shapes are worn thin by the working of time;
they age, sicken, crumble to dust —
unless they change.”
— C.G. Jung
And here we are again, peering as we do at the cost of time, the changes we meet, the deaths we mourn. So vain in our self-centered views we easily forget that we can hold on to nothing. Change calls out, “Ready or Not! Here I Come!” And that, as always, is the way things are.
“A woman may crave to be near water, or be belly down, her face in the earth, smelling the wild smell. She might have to drive into the wind. She may have to plant something, pull things out of the ground or put them into the ground. She may have to knead and bake, rapt in dough up to her elbows. She may have to trek into the hills, leaping from rock to rock trying out her voice against the mountain. She may need hours of starry nights where the stars are like face powder spilt on a black marble floor. She may feel she will die if she doesn’t dance naked in a thunderstorm, sit in perfect silence, return home ink-stained, paint-stained, tear-stained, moon-stained.”
Clarissa Pinkola Estes – Women Who Run With Wolves
Kristin HorniWhen We All Lived In The Forest (the group) Colorado 💜
This certainly looks like the top of the Manitou Incline in Manitou, Colorado where I used to live. I so loved it there. And there were many clear nights of skywatching, days of hiking. Dogs ran free, time was easy.
Thoughts for today
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“I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.” – Spoken by our old pal Nietzsche. Don’t you think he would have been quite handsome had he shaved his beard? OK, done off with all of the facial hair? I find it interesting that it’s his words which carry such significance and insight, such heroic thoughts come to life—and yet he hides his mouth—would he have then mumbled when he spoke? He doesn’t when he writes.
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And here we are, having turned the corner into Summer. Summer of 2020. What witches’ works have brought us here? Does the world hold its breath in expectation of the next great plague? (I hear that dust storms are on the way.) Do not the artists continue to work, trying to capture those things that growl up from within? Do we not seek to hide away in our books, movies, dreams? When will it be safe for us to surface in this sea? We dance on, crawl on, weighted by our own thoughts, our own fears. Yet here we are. Again. Another Summer. We always make it through, say those who make it through.
“Women have another option. They can aspire to be wise, not merely nice; to be competent, not merely helpful; to be strong, not merely graceful; to be ambitious for themselves, not merely for themselves in relation to men and children. They can let themselves age naturally and without embarrassment, actively protesting and disobeying the conventions that stem from this society’s double standard about aging. Instead of being girls, girls as long as possible, who then age humiliatingly into middle-aged women, they can become women much earlier – and remain active adults, enjoying the long, erotic career of which women are capable, far longer. Women should allow their faces to show the lives they have lived. Women should tell the truth.” Susan Sontag – The Double Standard of Aging (1972)
Annie Leibovitz – portrait of Susan Sontag.
It seems to me that the double standard of aging is yet worse today than days gone by, with women being the biggest perpetrators of deception themselves. Well, women and marketing. Marketing and products. It’s not easy to find original and simple of anything anymore, much less “beauty” products. Buying face lotion is a lesson in patience getting past the rejuvenating and replenishing and restoring with vitamins and retinol A thru z. Removing wrinkles and spots and age itself is easily bought over the counter—surgery in a bottle. And then the surgery itself—beyond Botox in a needle—is available to everyone, not just models and movie stars. Oi! So it appears as if women have to have the courage to just be themselves, not as a member of a group. The group itself (of aging women) is splintered the same as so much in our world today. Put this in the corner of “Self Matters.”
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William Butler Yeats was born on June 13, 1865, and died on January 28, 1939. Another of our favorites has a June birthday: Egon Schiele, born June 12, 1890, and died October 31, 1918. Egon died from the flu pandemic just two days after his wife and baby. Willy died in a small attic room with both his wife and mistress at his side. Could there be more of a contrast in life and times?
And then of course one an artist (Schiele) and the other a poet and writer. Yet who knows what heights Schiele might have reached had he lived. He too wrote a bit of poetry and letters. Both consider what it is that makes an artist, and what it is that is in the special makings of things that make some reach for the Heavens (whatever that means) and others content to be earthbound.
Egon Schiele: Self Portrait with Physalis, 1912
Both saw Beauty and Terror in everything in the world. The gift to us is that they tried so valiantly to share it with us, sometimes succeeding, if we but eyes to see. Imagine.