Manitou Trail

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Cactus along the trail as we climbed up the mountain in front of the condo. This part of the trail went along behind the school that was also up above us. It was a beautiful trail.

Last night was movie night here. We watched movies far too late into the night. The cat was the first among us to fall asleep. She only watched for a short while. We all fell asleep with a movie still playing, each to our own movie. I awoke thinking of Manitou and the wondrous trails we would follow and play along as they wound up and around the mountain. They were good thoughts. It was a good trail.

Last Night

 

Last Night
I was going to die
It was a soft thing,
immutable

The rain itself slow
over the forest
and without wings floating

Until I saw the child I love
And all stars and nights
and moons and blood
twisted

into the marrow of dreams
And splintered like lights
bursting across the skies

Until sorrow soon itself
once raped of joy
shook this sweet death
until it woke the lie

Some Authors

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Photo on Vintage Books and Anchor Books

“There are no laws for the novel. There never have been, nor can there ever be.”
—Nobel Laureate Doris Lessing (1919 – 2013)

There are authors whom I am always going to “get to.” And some authors who say the things I need to hear at just the right time. Sometimes those things come together in one author. And so here we have that in Doris Lessing. Guess I’ll needs get around to the Doris Lessing body of work. At least The Golden Notebook.

But for now any books will have to wait. Anything at all outside the normal day needs will have to wait. It’s the car thing, the car thing that so became the money thing. Yesterday’s dues.

Day’s End

Bad day on Tuesday—car, car, car. Big car, big expenses. It’s the “oh shite” factor we live with when we have things. I would so love to live in a neighborhood where I could walk to any store to get anything I need. *Sigh*

So I’ll wait for the Splendor to return. Which surely it will. And the best part, the “kids” don’t care one bit. We’ll just all snuggle together. Good night Moon.

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Nature’s Beauty Photo Credit

 

While Playing Gibbons

And practicing Sloth, a view of early Christian woman who broke a few rules and lived to punish themselves. I also came across these rather clever—if not entirely respectful—images from Atlas Obscura.

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But, my all time favorite from the list of early Christian women radicals, a true, productive, and accomplished radical: Our Dear Saint Hildegarda. She, fighting against the constraints, and sometimes evil patriarchal system, wrote songs that hid the full severity of her criticisms. She was much more direct in her criticisms of the Church and hierarchal system when she wrote to other women. While preaching, writing, singing, and praying, she also managed to create her own language. The language, a Lingua Ignota (Latin for unknown language) was described by her and apparently used for mystical purposes. [Is this the “speaking in tongues” become writ?]

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More on our dear Hilde: Hildegard of Bingen (1098-1179) was a remarkable woman, a “first” in many fields. At a time when few women wrote, Hildegard, known as “Sybil of the Rhine”, produced major works of theology and visionary writings. When few women were accorded respect, she was consulted by and advised bishops, popes, and kings. She used the curative powers of natural objects for healing, and wrote treatises about natural history and medicinal uses of plants, animals, trees and stones. She is the first composer whose biography is known. She founded a vibrant convent, where her musical plays were performed. Although not yet canonized, Hildegard has been beatified, and is frequently referred to as St. Hildegard. Revival of interest in this extraordinary woman of the middle ages was initiated by musicologists and historians of science and religion. Less fortunately, Hildegard’s visions and music had been hijacked by the New Age movement, whose music bears some resemblance to Hildegard’s ethereal airs. Her story is important to all students of medieval history and culture and an inspirational account of an irresisible spirit and vibrant intellect overcoming social, physical, cultural, gender barriers to achieve timeless transcendence.

AO6This depiction is showing the inspiration of the Holy Ghost, or Spirit in the form of the fire that enters her head (mind) from above.