Madison Boulder

Oh what a pleasant afternoon I spent with the Mister. We had no rain. yay. It's been about the third day with no rain ( Not counting last night. We got a wee bit but it was over by morn ). The Mister and I decided to head out this afternoon to find a little shop we'd heard about that was going out of business and there were big reductions. But as usual , I managed to bungle the directions and so we had a little adventure for ourselves. And lo and behold we found ourselves in the Madison Boulder Natural Area, a tract of land bequeathed to the state of New Hampshire in 1946.

The boulder is quite amazing. It is believed to have been moved by the last glacier that cut it's way through the state. There is some speculation as to where it had been moved from. The research differs as to where it might have been moved from. Some believe it to have been moved about 4 miles from a nearby mountain . Others contend that its makeup is more like that of a mountain further away , 24 miles away. Which ever is the case, it is truly amazing to speculate at moving that 5000 ton ( TONS ! ) rock. It is referred to as a "erratic" and is 83 feet in length , 23' feet high , and 37 feet in width . It is burrowed 10-12 feet into the earth. Ah ! The power of glaciers ! PHENOMENAL !

As one approaches the boulder , it size is the first thing that strikes you. It goes straight up , so is very intimidating. Sadly, the next thing you notice is the sprayed graffiti on the lower right side of it. It disheartened me at first glance to see Allison's name emblazoned on that massive natural beauty. But it lead me to speculate about our need to master forces that seem indomitable. We are still very much like our pre-historic fore fathers(mothers). I guess that we have a need to state in a bold way that we are here , and that we count for something. Unlike our predecessors, that spray paint mark won't last but a few seasons in that exposed New Hampshire climate ;unlike the cave drawings and markings throughout the world which still exist today.

As I was thinking this , I turned around the pointed head of the boulder to the back and wouldn't you know , beautifully spray painted on the backside was a nearly true-to-life silhouettte of a horse, diminutive compared to the size of the boulder.

This image was beautiful and very much more in keeping with the tradition of the cave drawings, more sophisticated perhaps , but in spirit with the them. It put a smile on my face . And can a girl ask for more?

I wish you all a good night.

Cyth

By the Light of the Moon

Ah. You might have thought thatI was just a one moon kind of girl. Not so. Though I haven't written about it in a "blue moon" , I have still heard the call of the moon, felt the draw. It's just that it's been so darned rainy, cloudy, gloomy & wet. We haven't seen the full moon in months. BUT , this month the clouds broke just enough . And WHAT an interesting phenomenon. Hovering just above the cresting moon, what seems to be an all-seeing eye!

But wait, what's that I hear? In the distance , muffled by the low ground fog, I hear the cry of a ....wolf? No, it sounds like a cry of a lost soul , a little hysterical, a little mournful ........pleading? Searching. It has a pull, even as it fills me with foreboding. ( The full moon too is like that , seductive & fascinating with dark promises.) I'm drawn to search out the origin of that cry, perhaps to soothe the pained soul , but when I look skyward again, the eye , whose eye? sends me scampering back toward the door. I find myself torn , frozen to one spot, unable to continue forward, unwilling to turn back. I stand and watch & wait.

While in my silent arrest , the eye above seems to send out a thin silver cord connecting to me , to my inner eye. For a brief moment , I neither fear , nor am I drawn to move. I feel a calm settle over me. I understand that the call I hear is not for me. Nature has her own ways of communicating , ways that we are not usually privy to. And it has been by a small crack in the fiber of the universe that I could , for just a brief moment, hear the distant whispering of one of Earth's other realms.

I hope that you enjoyed this month's full moon as well.

Cyth

Independence Day

Happy Fourth of July from small town N.H. !

The big parade passed right by the shop this morning. Lots of red , white and blue and high spirits. The sun shone brilliantly, with just enough of a breeze to keep it feeling comfortable. (That in itself was enough to cheer about after the 30 something days of rain we've had.) A good number of patriotic floats and cars, costumes, banners and music.

But I'd like to know what antique boats and bad Elvis impersonators on bicycles have to do with an Independence Day parade. For that matter , there were a number of construction vehicles, and one mobile dog washing van as well. Yes, I understand that it is the American Way to take every opportunity to advertise oneself. But doesn't it belittle the meaning of a Fourth of July parade & celebration? Just a wee bit maybe? I don't mean to rain on anyone's parade, so to speak, but I just bristle at the commercialism. I know, this isn't the time perhaps to rant , it's just that....................

Anyway, true to form for this Spring/Summer ,not too long after the parade broke up, the sky grew ominous, the wind picked up and before you could say "Aunti Em " the heavens opened up with a crash of thunder and buckets of rain soaked us yet again. Perhaps it was a fitting display and prelude to tonight's fireworks ; for the sky is again clear and blue , and I do believe the fireworks will go off.

I'm off to join a few friends in offering a salute to our hard fought and maintained Independence. I wish you all good cheer on this July fourth.

Frank Lloyd Wright & Synchronicity

Well , it's happened again. This time it's Frank Lloyd Wright.

I've been reading the book Loving Frank for the past couple of weeks. Many years ago, - more years than I will admit- I'd read a bit about Wright's work for a paper I needed to write. It was his theories, inspirations, etc. If I'd gleaned anything about the man's private life, I'd long ago forgotten. So Loving Frank has been interesting because it tells about the man from the perspective of his lover.

Reading this book has piqued my interest in Frank Lloyd Wright all over again. Tonight I sat down to the computer with the intention of "googling" F.L.W. to see what I might learn. Well, go figure. Before I could even begin to type in his name, staring me in the face WAS his name. There on Yahoo news was a piece on none other than Mr. Wright (http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20090619/stage_nm/us_lloydwright;_ylt=AqCJahUAFvh7bQy0xvx9i36CfNdF)

Excited, yes I was, that the man came to me, but curious and amazed that it appeared as if by magic.

As I sit here now and think about this , I recall another occurrence that happened over the last 2 days. Now I want to preface this by saying that it is not within my usual oeuvre to being talking about the Underground Railroad. But a cute kid of preteen age has begun dropping by the shop for a friendly chat ( and the candy I have out at the shop ) , and brought up the subject yesterday. We had a lively little talk about it and he was on his merry way ( his mom owns the shop next door ). Today I had a woman in the shop , and for what reason I do not recall, didn't we find ourselves in a discussion about the same subject? Indeed we did. Now , how weird is that?

Yes, I know. These seem like small inconsequential matters. Coincidental, some might say. I've come to doubt that. I think that I've come to believe that there is no such thing as coincidence. There just seems to be too much coincidence for that to be a satisfactory answer . I can't offer you an explanation for it right now , but I'm still searching ( aren't we all ?).

If you'd like more "coincidental" , and some quite compelling , stories try Trish & Rob MacGregor's blog named Synchronicity ( http://www.ofscarabs.blogspot.com/ ) . They are working on a book that should be quite interesting. In the meantime I'd love to hear from you about your experiences with synchronicity.

Wishing you an evening full of MAGIC,

Cyth

Hidden Dreams

Again I'm going to be quick tonight - 2 days with the grandkids and the trek back home has got me pooped out again. No matter , soon I'll be all cozy on my side of the bed on my way to LaLaLand.

Speaking of LaLaLand, I had a strange occurrence the other night. Well, technically it was the other morning , early. I arise early most everyday, except Sundays. That way I can get in my exercise and meditation before the day has its way with me. And it is the best part of the day, early morning. the birds sing so sweetly and the noise of the day isn't trying to sing over their sweet voices. I'm more alert, slow, but alert in the early morning hours. My emotions are gentle and my being more open than in any other part of the day. OOOOOO but this is not what I set out to tell. So sorry to get sidetracked - perhaps next time I will wax poetic about the the early morning.

So , back to my little tale coming out of LaLaLand . The alarm had just gone off, so up I clambered from my mountain of blankets , shaking off what I thought was the end of a dream that the alarm had cut off. It was not a remarkable dream. At least I did not remember it beyond the time it took me to get my feet to the floor, so truly it must not have been significant. What was significant was the thought, which came simultaneously with the vanishing of the unremarkable dream, that UNDERNEATH that dream there had been another. This other dream seemed very significant , though I haven't yet determined why or what it means to me, only that I was able to glimpse it because the other dream had been vanquished by the sound of the alarm clock. I only remember seeing , in the wake of the vanishing dream , gears, wooden gears. And I recall thinking that the gears were part of a dream that lay underneath the other one.

I at once began to wonder if we dream in layers. I wondered if each layer told a more complete story of just one dream, or were they separate unto themselves, telling their own stories, telling my story in parallel time. And I wondered how many more layers there might be. And if we dream in multiple layers, how do we access them.

I wonder if anyone else has experienced that sense of multi-layered dreams. And if so , what do you make of it? Is it a regular occurrence? It is not for me. Not yet anyway. Would love to hear from anyone who has had a similar experience.

As for me right now, I think I will prepare myself for a good night's rest, dreams or no, and be ready to face a new day. I wish you a good night, Cyth

What? Leonard Cohen AGAIN?

This is going to be short and sweet....or short but perplexing , depending on how you look at it. For any of you who may have read an earlier post , you may remember my Leonard Cohen "sightings". I found a blog, rather it found me, that is devoted to synchronicities , a category to which I now believe these sightings can be placed. Here's the thing.... after that time period of a few weeks, it seemed as though "synchronicities" had stopped manifesting to me. That is, until the other night. I was reading , okay, I was trying to stay awake by propping my eyelids open and gazing at pictures in a magazine, a home decor magazine, I do believe, and what do you know? Right. There was Leonard Cohen AGAIN. ( I'm once again pondering the potential meaning of all this attention around L. Cohen ). And since then , I've experienced other incidents of synchronicity. Go figure.

What I would like to know now is where does "it" go when it not happening? Or is it that synchronicity happens all the time but we are not focused on it? HMMMMMMM.

I'd be curious to know what others of you think about it.

My eyes are in need of propping again , so I wish you a good night.

Cyth

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Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

I'm back. I'd like to say that I was on a really relaxing, cool vacation. But I can not say that. I can say that I feel like I've been swimming real hard to get to the other side. The shop opened. YAY ! As I told you before I had some very special people helping me get it done, including my 80 yr old MOM , who put her special touch on the outdoor plantings ( all in pots, as it is a rental space ). Whew. Some undertaking ! And since then I'm just trying to keep my head screwed on right.

I've found myself wavering between faith that this endeavor will yield satisfactory rewards and I'm not talking necessarily monetary, though that would be exceedingly well accepted , and biting my nails that I'll fall flat on my face. I would never have dreamed that I would undertake such a move, but here I am smack in the middle of it. And BUSY. If I'm not minding the shop , then I'm caring for the kinderlings( my heart's song ), or I'm painting more "orphaned " furniture to put into the shop, and hauling it there , arranging it, rearranging it. Ah, the house is a mess , but the shop sure has been fussed over .

So tonight, after another gloomy , rainy day, I found myself feeling just as gloomy ( rainy weather can do that to me -- light therapy helps , but the lamp was stored away----might just have to dig it out if tomorrow is a repeat ), and fretful about the wisdom of this endeavor. I was thinking that I would just like to go to bed and pull the covers over my head. The Mister however, just peeked around the corner to tell me that our local PBS station was featuring Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. Well, I gotta tell ya, nothing can break a gloom like the music of Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, especially when the Mister decides to boogie around the room for a bit. THAT put a smile on my face. I'm feeling sooooooooo much better.

So with a gladder heart, I wish you a great evening, Cyth.