The Age of Water
For tens of thousands of years, fire has defined our civilization. It is fire that has allowed us to smelt metals, to purify chemicals, to power cars, trains and airplanes, to pave over the earth and travel to the moon. Without fire there would be no silicon chips, no pharmaceutical drugs, no plastic toys, no guns or bombs, no televisions or computers. Ours is surely an Age of Fire -- an age which is rapidly drawing to a close.
The Age of Fire is an age of separation, during which humans have sought to dominate and control nature. From the very beginning, the circle of the campfire divided the world into two parts: the safe, domestic part, and the Wild. Here was the hearth, the center of the circle of domesticity. Here was warmth, keeping the cold world at a distance. Here was safety, keeping predators at bay. Here was light, defining a human realm but making the night beyond all the deeper, all the more alien. Outside the circle of firelight was the other, the wild, the unknown.
The Age of Fire is also an age of domination. The original technologies of fire mostly employed wood, thereby removing it from the normal biological cycle and preempting the natural flow of matter and energy. No longer did it nourish generations of insects, fungi, and soil. This arrogation of wood's oxidative energy to human purposes defined very early on the dominating relationship that technology embodies; today, the same logic sees all the materials of the world as "resources," classifying them according to their usefulness to man. Today we burn oil, not wood, but the mentality of burning is the same: the arrogation of stored energy to human purposes of control, accompanied by the degradation of other phases of the cycle in an unsustainable pretense of eternal linear growth.
The unsustainability of our present system derives from its linearity, its assumption of an infinite reservoir of inputs and limitless capacity for waste. Fire is a fitting metaphor for such a system, for it involves a one-way conversion of matter from one form to another, liberating energy-heat and light-in the process. Just as our economy is burning through all forms of stored cultural and natural wealth to liberate energy in the form of money, so also does our industry burn up stored fossil fuels to liberate the energy that powers our technology. Both generate heat for a while, but also increasing amounts of cold, dead, toxic ash and pollution, whether the ash-heap of wasted human lives or the strip-mine pits and toxic waste dumps of industry.
It is not that fire is unnatural. Fire, along with its biological counterpart of oxidation, is a stage of a natural cycle. Our folly is to act as if that stage could exist permanently and independently. Only someone who cannot see the whole of reality would say, "Of course we can keep the fire burning forever-when it burns low we'll just add more fuel." To believe that a larger and larger fire can be sustained forever is transparently absurd. While fuel is plentiful, perhaps, the delusion might be sustained. But today it is increasingly evident that we are running out of fuel-both social capital and natural "resources"-even as we suffocate in the ash.
The end of the Age of Fire promises a reversal of the course of separation and domination that fire has fueled. Immersed as we are in the ideology of separation, it is hard to conceive of a mode of technology that does not involve the objectification, domination, and control of nature. Yet such technologies exist, even if we hardly recognize them as such. They are based not on fire but on earth, water, light, sound, and the human body. Rooted in an ancient past, they nonetheless carry the promise of a "new age." Who knows what unconscious wisdom has named it the "Age of Aquarius"? But I shall call it the Age of Water.
Water (to risk stating the obvious) carries metaphorical connotations very different from those of fire. Water denies linearity: cycling endlessly, it is also the agent of nature's cycles, nourishing both growth and decay. Similarly it resists separation: named the "universal solvent," it tends away from purity to partake of its environment. Water is also the nemesis of control. Seeking out the tiniest crack, nothing can hold it in. As waves in the ocean, it destroys any bulwark. Whereas fire burns clean and purifies what it touches, water makes a mess. Hence the key to preserving anything-houses, books, food, clothes, metal-is to keep it dry.
Water, with its cycles and flows, its unruliness and its ubiquity on earth, could be called the essence of nature. Our dependence on water -- the fact that we are made mostly of water-denies the primary conceit of civilization, that we are separate from nature or even nature's master. No more nature's master are we, than we are the master of water!
Yet for centuries we have tried to persuade ourselves otherwise. In science our pretense of mastery manifests most fundamentally in the supposition that water is a structureless jumble of identical molecules, a generic medium, any two drops the same. To a standard substance we can apply universal equations. That each part of the universe is unique is profoundly troubling to any science based on the general application of standard techniques. The same is true of technology. Only a universe constructed of generic building blocks is amenable to control. Just as the architectural engineer assumes that two steel beams of identical composition will have identical properties, so does the chemist believe the same of two samples of pure H2O.
That any two samples of H2O, or graphite, or ethanol, or any other pure chemical are identical is a dogma with enormous ramifications. It implies that the complexity and uniqueness of objects of our senses is an illusion, that they are mere permutations of the same standard building blocks. Such a view naturally corresponds to the objectification of the world, which makes of it a collection of things, masses.
The opposite view sees every piece of the universe as unique. No two drops of water, no two rocks, no two electrons are identical, but each has a unique individuality. This is essentially the view of animism, which assigned to each animate and inanimate object a spirit. To a Stone Age person, the idea that water from any source had a unique character or spirit would have seemed obvious. Modern chemistry denies it and says any apparent differences are merely due to impurities -- the underlying water is the same. Animism say no-to have a spirit is to be unique, irreducibly and intrinsically unique. To have a spirit is to be special.
With the dawning of the Age of Water, we return to our animistic roots and recognize the unique, enspirited nature of each drop of water and indeed every substance in the universe. Not even the field of chemistry is immune to this paradigm shift, as it becomes increasingly apparent that water does indeed exhibit structure on several levels. Even within the mainstream, chemists and materials scientists are now recognizing that structure maintained by hydrogen bonds and van der Waals forces is responsible for many of water's anomalous properties. Few, however, believe that this structure can convey information to biological systems. Yes, water has structure, they might admit, but there is no signal in the noise.
Mainstream scientific antipathy toward meaningful structure in water was manifest in the uproar over "water memory". In 1988, a highly credentialed French allergy researcher, Jacques Benveniste, published a study in Nature claiming that water retains the properties of a dissolved solute even after the solute has been removed. He soon lost his funding, laboratory, and scientific reputation after a hand-picked group -- not of chemists, but of debunkers including the professional magician James Randi -- failed to reproduce his results. The Benveniste Affair was the kiss of death to any research in this field until recently. I think the hostility to the idea of meaningfully structured water goes beyond mere academic politics or Kuhnsian paradigm shift resistance. Ultimately at stake is the "building-block" conception of physical reality, which gives primacy to matter, not information, and implies an unlimited human capacity (and license) to master nature by mastering its building blocks.
So let us not content ourselves with respectable science. Consider the empirical science of homeopathy, which has been developed over two centuries to a remarkable degree of sophistication despite the absence of any cogent reductionistic theoretical underpinnings. (In other words, no one really knows how it works.) What is clear, however, is that it somehow uses water to convey the information embodied in natural substances to the body. Two different homeopathic samples of high potency may both be chemically pure H2O, but they are far from identical in their effects.
Perhaps because it is based upon water, homeopathy fosters a philosophy of healing very different from the conquest of nature that characterizes fire-based allopathy. Allopathic medicine is based on control: killing microbes, dictating hormone levels, cutting out organs and tumors. Whereas allopathic medicine dominates nature, homeopathic medicine sees nature as the body's teacher. The homeopath seeks out the natural substance that can teach the body a healthier pattern of being. Looking within nature instead of seeking to defeat or transcend it, the homeopath approaches healing in the spirit of water instead of fire.
Even further from scientific respectability, we find the work of Masura Emoto, the Japanese photographer who depicts ice crystals from water subjected to various influences: electromagnetic, emotional, musical, and so forth. Critics typically point to his failure to implement double-blinded controls and his on-line Ph.D., but apparently the substance of his work is beneath them to even address. True, his work is not rigorous, but it isn't meant to be. It is beautiful and, to those to whom it "rings true", suggestive of further directions in thought and research.
Essentially, Emoto's work confirms the metaphorical associations of water as a universal medium, a universal solvent not only for physical materials but for thoughts, feelings, energy, and information. Water carries the imprint of its environment, and since each lake, river, glass, or drop of water is uniquely located on earth, each is subject to a unique combination of influences. At the same time, since this "environment" extends to include the whole planet and beyond, each drop of water contains the informational imprint of the whole universe. Emoto's work suggests that our every thought and intention affects every drop of water on earth; it's just that the intended target of that intention, along with the water within our own bodies, is most strongly affected.
One consequence is that we cannot escape the effects of our thoughts, words, and actions. Released into the universe, they leave their imprint there, in effect reconfiguring the reality in which we live. In an Age of Water we will understand this principle. In contrast, today's ideology of the technological fix assumes that we can forever avoid the effects of our depredations, like an addict making the pain go away with another drink. But eventually, when the fixes stop working and the costs become unbearable, we will understand that, like water, all things eventually cycle back to their source.
An Age of Water will imitate the water cycle in its economics as well. Fire is the epitome of consumption, as indeed we have experienced in our millennia-long incineration of social and natural capital. Today, though, we are already seeing the precursors to the cyclical economy of the Age of Water. Waste recycling is only a start, as is zero-waste manufacturing, full-cost accounting (eliminating externalities), and non-interest currency systems. Eventually, all will coalesce into what Paul Hawken calls an "industrial ecology", mimicking the ecology of nature in which "waste is food."
Perhaps the most profound transformation of the Age of Water will be in our spirituality -- how we relate ourselves to the universe. Above, when speaking of animism, I said that each water droplet or other object "has a unique spirit," but that is not quite correct. The conception of spirit as something to be "had," and therefore extrinsic to matter, is a metaphor of separation and of fire. What animism actually implies is that each thing is a unique spirit, that matter itself is spiritual, sacred, and special. Spirit can no more be abstracted out from matter than structure can be removed from the water that carries it. The Age of Water, then, is an age in which we treat the earth and everything in it as sacred.
At the same time, water teaches us that the unique spirit of any bit of matter is not discrete and separate from the rest of reality. Like all things including ourselves, water takes on the spiritual qualities of everything that surrounds it; thanks to its ubiquity and receptivity, it is also the medium of this communion of all with all. Unique we are, each one of us, yet no more separate than two drops of water in the ocean.
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- 9-26-08
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SPIRIT SONG OVER THE WATERS
SPIRIT SONG OVER THE WATERS
by Goethe
The soul of manResembleth water:
From heaven it cometh,
To heaven it soareth. And then again
To earth descendeth,
Changing ever.
Down from the lofty
Rocky wall
Streams the bright flood,
Then spreadeth gently
In cloudy billows
O'er the smooth rock,
And welcomed kindly,
Veiling, on roams it,
Soft murmuring,
Tow'rd the abyss.
Cliffs projecting
Oppose its progress,--
Angrily foams it
Down to the bottom,
Step by step.
Now, in flat channel,
Through the meadowland steals it,
And in the polish'd lake
Each constellation
Joyously peepeth.
Wind is the loving
Wooer of waters;
Wind blends together
Billows all-foaming.
Spirit of man,
Thou art like unto water!
Fortune of man,
Thou art like unto wind!
We are leaving the watery depths of the Age of Pisces...
FYI Aquarius is an air sign. So that would make it the dawning of the age of information and technology.
The Waterbearer
homeopathic medicine was the practice
before allopathic came along with its survival of the fittest medicine.Just in time to tell women they were hysterical.And find a little more potent pain killers for world war I.Oh we have made great strides in medicine if you are wealthy. One wonders what happened to the Hippocratic oath.
Remember when they use to advertise the fresh cool mountain water in beer? Now we know that the water in beer is laced with a cocktail of all the wonder drugs brought to you by big pharma.
Bad karma, because water has a memory and fire is forgetting why it was discovered.
water remembers, fire forgets
Brings me home,
is what reading you does to me; reminds me where I'm from.
It's as if this is a nightmare and yours is a voice from the other room saying "Donald, get up now..."
Charles, you remind me so, of the future.
"everything means something"
A cool breeze
Last night, sitting before a fire pit, at a friend's house, using the wood that was gathered from a wind storm that had knocked down some trees nearby. My friend and I sat and talked about life in general. We talked also about monkeys, anxiety (how it’s a mix of sadness and anger), our families, love, hate, and we even danced like monkeys. To the dancing we laughed. I then played my wooden flute, given to me by a sister, as I watched the fire simmer into hot coals.
“We need more wood for a fire,” my friend, Mary, said. I stopped playing the wooden flute and walked over to the lying scattered wood pile. I grabbed another piece and threw this log on the hot coals.
“We need wind,” I said to Mary and then turned to feel that a small gust had quickly touched my back. And then little by little until a steady breeze blew at the hot coals. The Spirit Wind and Mother Earth make fire. The log began to fire up.
“You know we need to choose our own baptisms,” I thought to myself. “Be right back,” I mentioned walking into the house and then grabbed a container of salt from the kitchen cabinet. Upon returning to the fire I handed Mary the container.
“I want you to un-baptize me.” I said. I took her hand and cuffed it under the opening of the container and poured the salt out into the hand’s cuff.
“Pour it over my head,” I said. She did as she cuffed her hand under my chin.
“I unbaptize you in the name of the Great Creator,” she said. The grains poured over my face and she caught them in her chuffed hand.
“I accept in the name of the Great and Holy Spirit.”
I opened my two hands and brought them together. Mary, my Blue-Jay Butterfly, then then transferred the caught salt and from hand to my hands. I closed my hands, over the salt, and then threw the salt in the fire.
“Will you unbaptize me?” Mary asked as I turned back around with her holding the container.
I know have the ability to choose my own baptizer! And know who it is? It’s a women who practices unconditional love! She tells me that she’s always baptizing herself. She loves the water. Well maybe it’s time for her to baptize someone else besides only herself. Cleansed thru fare and salt and free will, I now choose my baptizer!
A cool Breeze brings fire,
Fire brings smoke,
Both make the earth,
Smoke brings water,
Water brings mist,
Both make the earth,
Mist brings wind,
Wind brings a cool breeze,
Both help make the earth
A cool breeze brings fire!
Do you believe, Charles, I have this right? I know you are partially correct when saying, “But eventually, when the fixes stop working and the costs become unbearable, we will understand that, like water, all things eventually cycle back to their source.” Just one correction, here, if I may, but all things eventually will cycle back to their own source. Soon enough… nobody can live forever trapped in a dancing primate’s body.
We choose our own destinations. At least I’ll walk into the river choosing unconditional love. That’s something I have always had a bit of trouble with. Seems like all us monkeys do. Maybe this woman that practices it unconditionally will be the drink I need. It’s now my choice. It’s a bit scary because I always seem to end up with my face in the dirt when I try to love this way. Made of the earth! But maybe this time will be different. Who knows?
Peace is finding.
not sure
Hi Peter, I'm not sure if I understand your question. It sounds like your ceremony was tapping into something profound or transcendent, and I am surely unworthy to comment on it. As for the river and unconditional love, I think you won't have to choose unconditional love as you walk into the river, because that's what the river is. As with you, the tributary I have found leading to the river is also a woman.
Charles
www.ascentofhumanity.com
To the women...
Forever to be remembered!
A song for one, maybe two or three, or four or more...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvkX3t5LgVI
The space between us is soon to be closed. The answer, even for Charles, in the end, lays within.
From Womankind...
You are welcome, dear Peter.
"You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul." - Swami Vivekananda
Man, I love that word
You know there's a story behind that word in America.
His name was Samoset and he was an Abenaki Indian. He was first to greet the Pilgrams and later would bring back Sqanto who taught the Pilgrams how to plant and hunt on the land that they thought was newly discovered.
Anyway, when Samoset walked into the new arrivals camp his first word to them was "Welcome".
Charles--- Aquar
Charles---
Aquarius is an air sign. Not sure how that fits into your essay and am curious~!
Adam Elenbaas
The Element of the Air (wind)
Just a thought... some say we are going into and age fire, some say water, some say air, some say earth, some say light... I say wind. No reason really other then it's been speaking to me lately... the movement of air is a powerful thing.
elemental language
The Monkey Dance
If you read this... You can do the Monkey Dance! It's a fun one! He's our closet relation. And when you do, think of who you are in relation to you and all other living and nonliving thing... you just might be everything in the whole Universe... just like a monkey!
Here's a song to dance too...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Rx3-EdkjwA
Monkey see monkey do... Dance like a monkey... dance monkey dance... bend your back forward, sway your arms, let them fly around, hop on two feet, hop on one, bounce around, tickle your own ribs, swing around, sing out a monkey song, rise, pound your chest... repeat!
It's fun!!!!!!
escaping the effects of the word
this would be the classic philosophical question, as it were we are made up of the language we use.How then we escape all the verbage that we are surrounded with, and in turn use to counter it? Garbage in garbage out.It seems that we are damned if we speak our minds and damned if we don't, we are told to be silent and we are told to tell it like it is.We are in a water that is deep and all moving.As Heraclitus observed, yet those that are a sleep do not see or feel Gaia pouring her heart out.If we would hear her voice we would have to fall silent and listen to the rushing waters of the void.Then perchance to hear a whisper through the stillness between the leaves on the tree of life. But remember as the water does, remember that flowing darkness the cosmos sings through the waterfall at the end of eternity.Forget through the fire and flux so that you may recall the singing waters, plunging over rocks and bending through the land rushing and torrents of what the water remembers the music of the spheres what the water sees the cycles of ages in its snaking passage down to the babbling brooks and creeks of time.
Water is intelligent, that is why those whom would cause us to fall into amnesia would try to destroy the memory of water, by making it undrinkable.We would be so lucky to drink the cup of forgetfulness so that we may bring it all back through the eternal return of the same, as the pure water flows....you can't baptise away my unoriginal sin, you can only give me pure water to quench my eternal thirst.
Spirit Hand
IDL
Nowhere is the absurdity of time & linear thinking more evident than in the International Date Line. Here's an invisible line we've created to justify time. Hop over the line going East & lose a day, go West & gain a day. Though I've never been there, as it runs through the Pacific, I imagine nature & life are much the same on either side of the line. The only difference being in the metadata within our fool human heads.
With relief, with humiliation, with terror, he understood that he too was a mere appearance, dreamt by another. - Jorge Luis Borges, The Circular Ruins
Fire of Restraint ... Water of Indulgence
It will be like the end of 40 year old virgin.
Immersed
I was just immersed in the wind last Sunday....
Ahhhhh...
My true self!
A Condor even flew over during the event.
Jesus walked on water.... Man, now that would be something! Sometimes I wonder if he ran like the wind.
Sometimes, I just wonder about those things. Tonight, a man left my home with a half of rack of elk, a smile, and my brother Mark's little chalise that he made. All he asked for was a cigerette... he was having a bad day.
The man said, when he picked my brother's chalice up, "This was made out of love."
I exclaimed, "It's all yours!"
The guy had ten kids... he went home feeling like a king tonight!
There's more to the story but give me a couple days, and until then think of this, "Uncertainty gives us the power to unfold our powers onto whom?"
A) Those that live their lives in the certainty of water
B) The uncertainty of the wind
C) Both
That's easy enough to answer unless you have your own.
Age of Aquarius dawns....
An air sign carrying water...the winds blowing down old structures,the water to cleanse and rebuilding begins again,out with the old and in with the new,all the elements need each other,water would'nt be drinkable without a journey through the earth,rainwater vs spring water,fire needs air,also needs earth,so when we offer water to a fire it is a potent act,a little or a lot can make a difference,put it out or SLOW it down....water is emotion,in the tears that we shed with unhappiness.....or should that be laughter and hope....
Lovely reminder here Charles of the power of the blood of the earth,i won't debate over which element is of our time now because i do not believe that its fixed,They change frequently,seasonally,we get the element we're due,thanking Wakan Tankan for that,fire outside the lodge,earth and water within...
Love and Light all...
Ask The Children... ask the Bluejay.
We reached the overlook of a dry creek bed. The sun was shinning thru the thinning of the large Ohio trees that stood tall over us. The wind blew in. “This spot will do, immerse me in the wind” I said to Mary looking over the creek.
“Ok,” Mary replied with a smile. She said a blessing in the wind and closed her eyes. A wind blew in and we both felt it. It was a breeze.
Mary then opened her brown eyes and asked me to raise my hands; she even touched them to begin. And as my hands rose, behind me she saw a bird and asked me to look. I did. It was a condor flying over the opening of the trees thru the wind. It was good. I did a bear dance just for the bear. He just needed some breathing room. I then watched the Ohio River flowing thru, it sparkled with the sun.
My brother called me yesterday and told me about a feather falling from a morning dove. The morning dove has always reminded me of peace. I hope that the rattles that many play today are used to calm ourselves if we get to hyper, or awaken us if we get to drozy...
It's raining today, and great news, today my son was set free. Tears of joy. Seems like a new day.
Nothing wrong with bapizing yourself... did it last Sunday under Mary's redwood tree in her backyard. Was watering this thirsty tree and just shook a branch that sprinkled the water onto me. I wondered why no-longer that this tree was given so many tiny leaves.
Yeap, refreshing too. Wind and water are very sprinkling or sparkling elements. They work together well and in the highest regard, but sometimes you have to cool a burning log down, and nobody can ever really place a pricetag on the elements that are free... I believe that all one day become again.
Life is all equal and elemental. Ask the children, they reflect us like water, they get us nice and hot like a good soup, they cool us down like a new front wind, from the lips of an innocent kiss, they keep us breathing for a better day, maybe, a really old way of doing things, like thru the trees, thru love, thru uncertainty, although I haven't decided if uncertainty is an element just yet.
I once heard a Great Hopi say... "They breath out what we breath in and we breath out what they breath in." He was speaking of us all (all humans) being connected, not only with each other, but even with the trees."
I'm connected to bluejays too. Just like Mary. Go and ask them.
yes........children have the answers....
My son taught me something a few yrs bk....he was only 6 and wanted his own fire alongside the main gathering fire...He was so intent i helped him and then within eyesight left him to his own thoughts...before long a few joined him...he was telling them a story...how when we light a fire it goes deep into the earth and joins up with all the other fires that are lit....he was so full of prayer and good intentions that it blew me away....my wee master....he spoke of channels throughout the earth that are there to be united through the reverence of flame.....and this was all beside the sea...
It was mighty affirmation for me that no matter how much to the LEFT we swing the RIGHT way will show itself....
Love your stories Peter
Solas agus Gra
Through The Reverence of Flame
The sun is shining bright as I write this. The wind is at a steady keel. There is not a cloud in the sky… it’s all cool blue today. And I think of the light of the sun that warms me. It’s a good day with thoughts of my son from yesterday.
I was offered a ticket yesterday to attend a Jewish temple. I don’t really know what Rosh Hashana is but do know it’s a day of forgiveness for Jewish people in Cincinnati. I remember a few years back I saw Jewish men and women walking into the Temple in Cincinnati that sits across city hall. I asked what was going on and was told that it was a day of redemption. So, I thought, why not go in. But then the Jewish man stopped me and said it was by invitation only. It would have been my first time in a Temple but I didn’t have the ticket and so I walked away.
I had to decline the ticket yesterday because my son had court. It had done something stupid about six months back, a teenage stumble, and we have been living under these court orders for months with probation, and in home arrest, and trying to keep his nose clean. So, I had court, and all his probation officer was telling me was that they wanted my son now to attend the County Programs on how to be a good citizen. I told her that we had enough of being caught in this spiritless system that doesn’t know the true meaning of forgiveness and dictates on how to raise my children.
Well, my son and I walked into court and the probation officer was laying out all the programs for us and her concerns on why we need them. My concerns were also addressed. And then the judge said this, “It is over, I am releasing John Deane to his Father, you are both free to go but you must pay the court cost.” I hugged my son with tears in my eyes and then walked out the courthouse door to a sunny day.
During this time my brother Paul was driving to the Serpentine Mound. I had given him a dried gourd rattle to place in the center of the Serpent’s circle. I had removed a rattle from the circle last December and asked for forgiveness. I thought that one needed to be returned to the earth serpent with a notice of thanks. Although it wasn’t as nice as the rattle I took, I knew the Great Spirit would take delight in the simplicity of the gift. It rained on me as my brother was at the mound performing the ceremony. All felt freely forgiven and accepted and relieved joyfully… simple as that.
And I think of the sun today, the flame of the sun, light. I think of October 14th, my son and I are invited to a Sweat Lodge, by a Lakotah who wears a Bear Claw. He told me to watch the moon and when the moon begins to become full that that sign would be the time to remind him of the ceremony. Sunlight at night is a good thing and October 14th is the birthday of my Father. And what better way to celebrate with the Spirit then to be sitting in a sweat lodge under the sunlight of the moon, that’s if it doesn’t rain or cloud over, with my free son. It’s feels good to be forgiven but even better when there no one needs a ticket to get in and no one gets a bill when they leave.
And yes, it’s still sunny out today, not a cloud in the sky, and the wind is still blowing mildly. The rain that fell yesterday seems to have dried. Think I’ll create a flame tonight… sit back and just enjoy the connection.
Thanks for the idea, Birdie.
thank you, and air sign
Wolf Medicine
We all have our own ways about us. Let them shine, shimmer, dance, and move. Water, Fire, Air, Earth... (Wind, mist, Wind, Fire)
Maybe a little Wolf medicine will do.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHNsLd-Yoqc
Enjoy all, even the Wolf, You too... Everybody.
metaphors
Just goes to show you how incredibly important our guiding metaphors can be. In related news, this researcher investigates how metaphors actually determine our physical sensations:
http://www.sciam.com/article.cfm?id=metaphors-of-the-mind&page=2
The Visionary Music of Michael Garfield
The Element of Survival
faith like water
little stream o' mine
Our great minds
Fill their time
Building arks of thought
With fuel salvaged from broken bonds
So they can rise
Against tides of ignorance
Across seas of debate
Explore the oceans of possibility
Yet all seem to sink in the end
Will you come diving with me?
The light is splayed and wavy
Down here
We shall not sink
For the sea is we and we are the sea
Joyeus is this day
When, comprehending
We fear not the sea
Beyond memory if you ask me.
It may take a while before you even begin to figure out what I'm talking about.
Not much to say