Tag: musing

Quote of the Day – October 9 2011

“For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.”

     –Leonardo da Vinci

Here I was hoping for a quote that would say something about not being able to return again. Not wanting to use the cliche about being unable to go home again but its true. The home of our youth seems unattainable which I believe may be more positive than not. I realize each time I return to the states how much my life, my beliefs, my outlook and my very being has changed. Whether the change has been a qualitatively positive one I cannot judge. Oh I feel much happier in my skin (and being) than I have ever been before. Yet there seems a comfort has been lost in not falling into the same patterns. One day I believe there will be a greater return and even then I will not be the same being I was. Each lifetime’s experiences mark our souls in inestimable ways. — G A Rosenberg

Two takes on the same picture

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Indigo Return by G A Rosenberg

Thanks to Michael K for title assist

Redemption by G A Rosenberg

I Move Forward… by G A Rosenberg

I move forward one foot in front
acting from my source
one step at a time
i can speak my truth
and need not fear the reply
or be dismayed by it
Where i came from or where i’m going is not as important as where i am
This moment..this place…
contains all of creation..
everything else is shadows and smoke…

stress, release into joy release into peace
i can enjoy this ride
tho take no passengers
everyone has their own vehicle
tho pull up alongside
and we can share stories
before we continue our journey

The Story

From inspired nothing…the one (the all)
From the one needing to express itself…the many
from the evolving many…the unified one
Magnificent ripples in a pond of nothingness
All that matters is the story
for nothing else has matter
but the stories we tell ourselves
the names change, the facts the figures
but the story lives on.
The King had a daughter
no the Emperor a son
and he or she was unhappy
for they felt their lives were empty
and they needed an object on which to express their love
Then a bird flew into his window
then a frog called to her
An enchanted kiss
An evil fought
and love won in the end
Do the names or places matter?
Not to the story
the story endures
Archetypes burned into our consciousness
in the language of dreams
so that we create ourselves
in their image.

The devil is in the details…
and that is good
because the story continues
and tho the outline remains the same
the lessons come from the differences
what each generation or people need to learn
and therein the teacher can be found
Saturn -The Plamet of lessons
Satan who tempts us away from the
path of the story
Crossroads can be tricky
but who can eschew (Eshu) them?

I meander from a straight path
but poetic truths are different
from ones of logic
and the Fool can go anywhere
It is ever a fool’s prerogative
to laugh at kings
to remind them
that they too are but a story
and will one day end
tho the story lives on….

Some lessons need to be learned more than once…
This one will continue

Rabbit Hole Musing

What if Alice didn’t fall down the rabbit hole? What if she ran to the edge and jumped in, ready to leave her Victorian life behind?
What if The Fool does not fall off the cliff, but jumps freely ready to land wherever it may take him?
The rabbit hole calls
Hidden knowledge waits within
Shall I put plugs in my ear and resist the call
or do I move forward fearlessly
Is coming back again for sure?
or is it only one way?
Home, love, anchors, foundation
strong ties hold me tight
yet still I hear the call
forward back
equal pulls in opposite directions
ecstatic agony
Do I heed the call
or do I creep ever closer
until I accidentally
f
a
l
l

Gary down the rabbit hole

Musing on Beginnings

I love the beginning of things. The blankness of a new notebook before you write on it. It has the potential to be anything. Who knows? Maybe something that is written in the notebook will change a person’s life. If not the writer’s someone else’s. Every word that I have ever read that has touched me could very well begun as marks on a page in a notebook.

Now, according to the calendar of my ancestors, a new year begins. Like that blank notebook, it can become anything. We have only to begin writing it. Oh I feel certain along the way there will be some crossing out of a line here or there. “Well that didn’t work” but by and large I love the mystery and the potential and have hight hopes for this one. After all the last one was amazing for me.

So to anyone who reads this and even to those who won’t, I leave you to your own notebooks. May the lives that you write in them inspire you and others with laughter, tears and the whole gamut and when this year’s volume is ready to be put on the shelf, may it be with joyful remembrances , love and awe and anticipation for the blank year to come.