Mudluscious

My daffies in the rain

e.e. cummings

in just-

in Just-

spring when the world is mud-

luscious the little

lame baloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddieandbill come

running from marbles and

piracies and it's

spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer

old baloonman whistles

far and wee

and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's

spring

and
the

goat-footed

baloonMan whistles

far

and

wee

It rained today ; hard pouring, drenching rain ; soft, barely- there misty rain : cold , dank, muddy rain. And it's Spring.

Yeeee Haaaaa ! I say, Yee Haaa.

I'll take the rain. It isn't white , and it doesn't stick, and it doesn't have to be shoveled. I'll take it, I will.

Many people grumble around these parts about "mud season". But I gotta tell ya, I love it. Like the e.e. cummings poem above , I think it is "mudluscious". Luscious, because I can smell the newly thawed earth. My eyes feast on the rich brown soil . My memory takes me back to childhood, when mud could be turned into imaginary pies , or hurtling missiles when my brother got under my skin.

There is so much potential in the rich , warm, wet earth. Before I can even see them, I can almost feel , from the bottoms of feet to the top of my head and every sensory nerve in between, the ground giving way to new life. The wood hyacinth, the crocuses, the daffies all rise through the mud to salute the new season. And like them , I too ,rise up out of my late winter funk to hail the the world all "mudluscious" and "puddle-wonderful".

And as for e.e. cummings , HE knew how to express the exuberance and light and joy of early Spring , with words so yummy & descriptive .

Wishing you a new week filled with wonder and awe--- a dancing, hop-scotching , jump-roping, whistling kind of luscious week.

Cyth

"Stream" of Consciousness

Well I'm happy to say that it is a BEAUTIFUL morning out today !!! It's COLD, but beautiful. The sun is shining brightly and the birds are singing their Springtime tunes. I can definitely live with it. I think a little walk is in order. But before I go I just want to tell you a little about my latest experiences. I stated in my blog title, ...an magical exploration . I'm not sure that this qualifies for magic ( but I'm also not sure that it doesn't ) but I'd definitely put it in the CURIOSITY category , or for those of you believers, the SYNCHRONICITY category.

I'm bold enough to state that I am convinced that I am caught in a stream, a psychic stream, you might say, a synchronous stream, perhaps. And I'm becoming more and more and more convinced that there really are no such things as coincidences. Or if there are it is MIGHTY coincidental that I'm having a recurring pattern ( I guess that is a bit redundant ) of coincidental events ; small though they may be, it continues to happen.

You may recall a while back I wrote about the strange "coincident" of the "Leonard Cohen " subject; that within a week's time , from out of the blue, there were 3 incidents of his being brought to my attention. And I had not heard about him in many years. Well, I had one respondent to that post ( who was actually the 3rd in the chain ) who writes a SYNCHRONICITY blog (if you're interested check here ). And I've been following his blog ever since my little "coincident". In trying to explain to friend , who is equally interested in strange phenomenon, I was explaining to her that Leonard Cohen was a "big name" "back in the day". That in addition to him , Lawrence Ferlinghetti was also a " biggie" in the poetry world. So , I thought, ended that bit of synchronicity. Wrong. As I said , I've been following the blog about Synchronicity . Just 2 days ago , or somewhere in that time frame, I was reading another tale in their blog, quite separate in subject from my own. It was more accurately an intertwined tale , as I guess all synchronous events must be, and lo and behold, one of the featured personalities of the tale was none other than Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Now I just find this rather curious that those two poets have come to my attention in a repeated fashion of events. I have a hard time believing that it is mere coincidence.

I'm not stopping here , however. I TOLD youthat I was sure that I've been swooped into a stream, a stream of interrelated events. So, to continue my saga; last week I was busy painting my furniture in preparation for my shop opening in May. Mindless tasks are wonderful for flights of fantasy, imaginings, ruminations, ponderings - all manner of free flight of the mind. And so I began wondering , in much the same way the Cohen subject burst upon my consciousness, about a TV interior design personality that I used to watch and enjoy, but who I believed was no longer on TV. I had very much enjoyed her approach to design and liked the presentation of the show itself. And that was about the sum total of what I'd thought about that subject. A few days later , while thumbing through one of my "home & garden" magazines, I decided to read through a particular article. Usually I pour over the pictures but selectively read an article. I'd decided to read this article and there appeared , on the surface, to be no particular draw to this article. Well, as it turned out , the featured house had been decorated by the niece of the owner. Though only mentioned the one time , the niece turned out to be the very designer that I'd been pondering about those couple days earlier. Coincidence? You decide. At any rate, after an Internet search, I found the designer , and found that she does indeed still have a TV show--different station, same designer.

I doubt very much that I would have done the Internet search if I had not seen her mentioned in the magazine article. As I said, she had entered my mind and ,SEEMINGLY, just as quickly left it. It seems to me , however, my thoughts had been caught up into the flow of consciousness, and taken to where it wanted to go. I FOUND what I had been searching for.

I'm finding it rather curious that I similar incidents keep happening. I find it curious because these are not "big" events , and I don't really understand, especially in the Cohen/Ferlinghetti incidents what it is suppose to mean to me. Though I did find the designer that I was interested in , the poet "thing" seems not to have meaning , no conclusion. AM I to look for meaning in it?Are they just more clues to something larger? If there is no meaning to it , then why did it happen at all? So very many questions !

Well, I'll leave you with that for now. I'm off to get some lunch for the Mr. & me. I wish you a wonderful, magical day.

Cyth

A Woman of a Certain Age

Ah. Dance weekend is coming up fairly soon. Can't wait to get my dancing shoes on. It'll be a few weeks,but that will give me some time to 1. limber up and 2. find me a pretty frock to wear.
I'll be needing that time for both those endeavors. We haven't been dancing in a really long time. Not sure my the legs will hold for the 4-5 lessons scheduled into the week-end, most of them for Saturday, never mind the dance the night before and the evening of ! Whew , I'm tired just thinking about it. I think I'll put a little music on now and again, and give that handsome dude I married a little swing around the living room. Just to remind HIM of what we're heading into.
Now , the dress. That's another ball of wax. What to wear? Why I think that might be one of the oldest questions in history. Hell, I do believe that even Eve bemoaned the fashion options way back when in the Garden. The story has it that she settled for a fig leaf. But I'm looking for something with a bit more coverage and durability. So I went online , being the lazy shopper that I am.
We've been told that the Saturday night dance is "dressy/formal". Oh boy. Options? That's been tough. I'm finding that they don't really design for a woman of a "certain age" ( a quote from my YOUNG physician---I just want to know WHEN I became a woman of a "certain age". I'm wondering if somehow I fell asleep and missed something. ) They design for the young or those lucky enough to be built like the young. And sister, that ain't me. Even when I WAS young and not a "woman of a certain age".
I found interesting little numbers that were strapless, body hugging, thigh tickling, slit to there, corseted, back baring-even belly button baring ( oh so nice to show off that adorable little belly button ring ) . I found long halter dresses with nice slimming lines that also featured retro pop designs like big ole targets strategically placed at the HIP? Yeah right. I found a cute short dress that covered quite a bit despite it being slightly above the knee . Okay, it MIGHT have caught my attention except that it was the color of a spring daffodil. I'm thinking that should I wear that I'd look like the whole FIELD of spring daffodils.
I'm looking for a style that will flatter the figure of a woman of a certain age. One must consider that one of a certain age will likely be wearing undergarments-well at least this woman will be. Once those garments are in place I then require that the next layer is one that can "accentuate the positive" . I really don't want to share with others what happens when the pantyhose collides with this winter's "insulation". It's just NOT a pretty sight. And I need a color that will enhance my skin color--- winter, pasty white. So I'm guessing that this season's "new" cream color is not going to be a good choice for me.
I think folks , that the HUNT is on. I'm pretty sure that there may be a dress out there for me. But I'm thinking it will take nothing less than an all out effort on the scale of finding Osama bin Laden. Wish me luck.

Cyth

Beside Myself

Well this is going to be a quick as my battery is running low at the moment. Actually it would be more accurate to say that SOMETHING is draining my energy this late afternoon and evening , and I don't quite know how to explain it.

I have gone through this many times in the past and it has never made sense ( but what else is new? ). Symptoms : brain fog , psychic itch , loss of appetite,a restlessness but also a wish to just go to sleep and sleep it off ( no , I don't drink ) , and a heightened sense that something is happening to someone . I don't know who and I don't know what ; I just feel that SOMETHING is definitely going on right outside my reach. It's almost like I am beside myself; you know, here but really somewhere else. Though I've experienced this numbers of times in the past , it's been quite a long time since last it happened. And for the record I am only aware of one time in which something actually was happening to someone ( I'll tell you that story another time), and that time I DID know the who and the what.

So tonight , I'm making myself crazy, or rather trying to quell the crazy feeling .

I'll be back again soon . Maybe then I can talk and make some sense. Maybe I'll have an explanation for this, or a story to tell. Then again , maybe not. Life is like that, ya know. I wonder if it has ANYTHING to do with Leonard Cohen???? Or maybe YOU ?

Wishing you a wonderful evening, Cyth

Synchronicity & a Boost from the Universe

I just have to write about this. It's a small matter , but it speaks to me. And I wonder what it is saying. Whatever it is really trying to say to me I don't know , I can tell ya that it helped lift my spirit a bit today (more snow and it's weighing on me heavily today ).... just because there seems to be a cosmic stream out there that is determined to snatch me into it and and show me the interconnectedness of even small things.

It all started while I reading the recent blog, A Fanciful Twist . Well , actually it started sometime within the past week and was "refreshed", shall I say , by reading her blog. Sometime in this past week, for what reason I have no idea, I began thinking about Leonard Cohen. He was a big name, a poet, back when , just about at the time of my "coming of age". It was an exciting time of self-learning & boundary experimentation, and a very active socio-political climate. And the unexpected and impromptu memory of Leonard Cohen brought back memories of that time. But I know not how or why that spark had been kindled. And I let it go.

Back to Vanessa's blog , today a delightful taste of gentle mystery. Woven into her tale was mention of, none other, than Leonard Cohen. I was astounded. Aside from the little flight of memory this past week , I have not heard much, if anything, about the poet in I don't know how many years. I mean YEARS. What a curious event that she would inject mention of him in her blog , is what I thought to myself. Too, I was thinking that perhaps she was referring to a different Leonard Cohen. So I followed the link in her blog. Sure enough , it was he. Hmmmmm. What am I to make of this? Why has his name popped up twice within a week? I didn't spend too much time thinking about it because it was still unrelated to anything except my memory, and that was unrelated to anything else --seemingly no significance to my current affairs. I went about my merry way.

I visited another blog that I enjoy and through one of the comments on her page , I followed the path back out of curiosity about the commenter. And man, didn't he also reference Leonard Cohen in his writing? Indeed he did. That is twice in one day , and three times inside of a week. Well , I tell ya, it kind of stopped me in my tracks.

Now I ponder IF there is meaning to this. As far as I can tell, it still has no significance to my life. As far as I can tell. Now I do believe that the universe DOES have ways to make a person sit up and listen. And it might not necessarily be what we are typically conditioned to listened to. Sometimes, like dreams, it's a kind of code, expressive but elusive. Maybe that's the case this time too. Or maybe , it's just a coincidence. I rather am intrigued by the code theory, so I guess I'll keep my antennae up for more communications. I WILL keep you updated if this little mystery of mine ( or my own making ) develops.

Have a magical evening,

Cyth