Third on the Twenty-third...

Hiya, Maw...



Slainte.

C.

To Be So Needed...

Um... did We Leave Off??!

So Very Rude Of Me...



Slainte, Folk.

By the way this is still the night of the twevlth. I's still pre-posting.

It's still WAY too much fun...

So, I reserve the right-- in fact it'll likely prove near my duty-- to edit. You know-- add a photo or three the post-preposting won't be able to account for-- no matter how Pagan-Prescient I prove! HAR!!!

All that, and we still have more Burton a'comin' I hope!!!

Slainte!

Cygnus

Having Fun...

And Pre-Posting! HA!

As I type this, having freshly imported from youtube some filmgod clips,
it is a week or approximate before you'll ever read it.

Now, with trips past, I've jinxed self and round by stating in advance where I'll be.

See how I beat it this time?!!

No, seriously, folk... I think Burton is a GENIUS. I absolutely adore Nightmare [and that dark-haired goddess played opposite Depp in Scissorhands-- but that's another blogerfodder...].


And really... when you read this, I hope to be somewhere much nearer my mom, sister, and nieces.

And Flower...

And I sincerely hope everyone is having a wonderful season, and I hope that I am, too! HA!


I mean... REALLY...

;D

And I will be, Volk...

And so will you..

Merry Season, People...

Slainte!

Cygnus

Roots

For the longest time, I have known-- have felt-- it time to recontinue with good, "structured" spiritual practice, exersize, and development. At the same time, I've sensed not the time nor space proper.



I'm going to start now.



The living space I am now-- as of the last two days (and for indefinite numbers of ones to come)-- sharing with another was already blessed, guarded, circled... you know... PROTECTED.



Yestereve I stood out -- in the dark, I think, but mighta been dusk-- in the yard. The yard I talked to at Samhain. The yard am now free to play, dig, plant and generally BE in...



I stood and gave thanks-- thanks to That Land Which Is Bigger, to the Mother. To Earth.



EATRH,



Hearth.



HOME.



I was welcomed home. No, read it right, Folk:



I was [am] Wecomed Home.



Down through the Motherenergy to her Daughter the Land Energy i were brought. And the CIRCLE revealed to me, for me. I could feel it, envision it. I know it now.



Because roots were set. I felt them. Down, and firm, and secure.



Winters with no leaf; summers with no fruit.



But ROOTS are there. RIGHT THERE IN THAT CIRCLE.



That HOME.



Slainte, Folks.



Cygnus

Everyone Ready... For THISTLE?

For Thistle and Seamroc?

In t-minus25 and counting down...!!!

Slainte!

Cygnus

Born To Play...

And THIS, Folks, Is What I'm Talking About!!!


Freedom.
Boundaries non-existent, save for the razor's edge 'twixt life and Over There.
And the perspicacity and physical prowess, nae matter number summers alive, to be the one who says "[They] exist here, for me. 'Till I move them, sure..."

And the gut to MEAN IT.

Slainte, folk.

Cygnus

Still Learning With The C-813...

So, Anyone seen a Red Sky At Night???





Hmn...

Me neither...

Slainte, folk.

Cygnus

Language Evolution

And A Silly Bird's Decline! hHAR!!!



Slainte

Cygnus

Turning 100

I Noticed...

The next post will be the triple-digit Premiere for Pagan Swan [yes, the title is, and has always been, a play on words].

So...

Well, maybe I should proffer the song that has been in my mind since the truckamping daze, and seems to pretty much sum up what I think about you caring how I roll, yo...



I'm not saying societal standing is not important... Well, okay-- I AM.

Why the hell we aren't all pursuing the soul-dream we are here to pursue is oft beyond me-- especially when I am guilty of not doing it myself, those hours I trade labor for green paper to do societal taxation things like insurance with... in other words when I'm working and wondering why the waste of life for existence.

I will be soon, folks-- pursuing Soul Dreams.

I'll be called silly. I'll be labeled irresponsible. A slacker; a DREAMER, even! [How DARE he!!]

But... I have learned to check that smarmy, oft-stupid logical-but-denying vocce of my own subconscious. That one that stops the majority of adulthood from achieving perfect bliss of dreampursuit.

Why did YOU let go? And, more importantly, why are you still clinging to the ground???

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

predictable

Should Be Dosed.

E-Doe'd...
[um... some jokes, volk, are mine alone. 'member?]


The new one in my mind.
Because:

1. I do.

2. five hours and one spider... that's all the picture from c-813 I could muster.
NOT GOOD...

[gods, i never thought i'd say it like this, but...]Where's the BOB???



um... yeah. uh, never mind...

Slainte.

Cygnus

If You Fall...

Just Change Colors.
Seems to be the leaves' bent

Don't grow Mouldyor Shellfish
You could stand up, cast shadow, and provide compass for a friend
[UMPH! Seems we got one out of place!! Hi, Kitten!!! ha!]
Or, y'know, just chill with some greenery...

So, you know...
Leaf well enough alone to lay where you've fallen.

Or, um...

NOT!!! zheesh!

And, well, I figure no night would be complete without a fuzzy pussy in your face, so...
Slainte, Folks!

Cygnus

Just Breathe

I think it beautiful that we are experiencing the re-emergence of good poetry and good music in the commercial sphere today.

Not the grungy Pearl Jam of the 90's, this...

Just art. Music ant Poetry combined...


Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

New Rite

I Find Myself At Every Day:

It's three or so minutes from the start-after-lunch buzzer. I've just neared the southern entrance (low-man-on-the-totem-pole door, e.g.). I set any accouterments in hand down.

I face South. My physical eyes close...

SOL beams warm and strong.
I breathe.
i feel the breath travel columnar through the solar plexus and the soles of the feets and into the Earth, and...

I am Grounded-- solid. And Soaring sun-ward, recharging like a butterfly on a rock by the water there near the oak's dripline...

I stand. I Breathe. I soak...

I hear the first warning buzzer go off-- two minutes to be at your workstation.

The last three days, my rush out of the Sol-Trance and into the shadows of shopverk have prolonged...

in favor of Sol-basking.

'Cause... y'gotta have priorities, n'est-ce pas?

Slainte!

Cygnus

Happy Legs

I Been Accused O' Havin'...

And if this were a video of me listening to a song a friend sent me via email, well then, the sobriquet might visually be well-earned. It is not, however. Just a damned-cool foot-stomping fiddle-pipe-string thing that makes six musicians sound like six hundred and sixty-six.

I'm just saying, folks...


Slainte

Cygnus

BOOM BAM BING!

Or, Um, Should That Third Word Correctly Read "Bong"?



Slainte, Veterans.

Cygnus

Perspectives...

Words. If We But Listen.


The Listening, different from mere hearing, is the catalyst for xforming words into this blog's title.

Slainte, and ecoute, volk...

Cygnus

because ... well, there it is

MEMORANDUM TO SELF:
[Because I do. Too Much...]



They were there, that's all. Right there on my doorstep.

So I fed them.

Them being birds and all.

Slainte.

Cygnus

Don't Know Yet...

But I spotted this primal beast in Georgia this weekend...

S/He seemed to be awaiting some catharsis whist suffering varying degrees of agony...


There was also this creaturewhom I was able to Interview...
He spoke of flying with Pterodactyls in the days of yore, of Ancient Giant Creatures and Ones...

And later in the night... {it were a strange nacht, volk... dark like the Black Forest Dark, a misty chill of moisture steeping down onto the red clay Earth} I saw an apparition:
A TRUE one, because I shouldn'ta been able to see a cammo Ninja with all the X-Ray Vision in the world...[ESPECIALLY one whose right hand is ON BACKWARDS!!! MIDA!!!!!]

Now I DID chance to see a Fairy Princess or two...
And,well... y'know. Me, doncha!?? I'm always good for spotting one or two of these lurking about-- Alien Pussies...
"I WILL SHOOT YOUR LEADER DOWN WITH MY GREEN L.A.S.E.R. EYES AND TAKE OVER THE COMPUTER.. HIDE AND WATCH. OR SIT IN PLAIN VIEW; RIEN NE FOUTRE-- THEN I WILL TRANSFORM TO BAT AND HEAD FOR THE GOLDEN TREES OUT THE WINDOW... I'M CAPTAIN HERE!!!"

And last and very much least, THIS strange bird was seen lurking about...
Rumor has he can transform to an animal that rhymes with "fuck" and has a buck-teethed gait unmistakable in all fowl-dom...
They were gonna call him "SmallFoot" in regard to the track he left, but the Old Wives' Tail (Tale, too, Messieurs...) proved untrue, so...

Shigata ga nai, neh?

Well... ME fer ONE-- I'm keepin' my eyes peeled...

Just sayin'...

Slainte, folks!

Cygnus

Swan's Celtic New Year: Success!

Eat, Drink and bern Mary.. erm, be Merry, for tomorrow we Insulate...

I ate good, played good, and relaxed good.

I acted... well, I made one Lady blush, yet another slap me, and might even have been privy to a kiss or two from another(s)...

Gotta say it couldn't be much more merry a way to begin a New Year...

Thanks,Peach Tree State...

Slainte, Folks.

Cygnus

Remnants of Eden...

Breakfast Contest!

One-up me (I'm the judge) and I'll video a personally created poem for you right here on this blog...

My entry:

Home-grown, garden-fresh
Okra, deep-fried


Scrambled eggs

Beer

Whadya mean you can hear the southern drawl in the typing?!? We don't got no drawl in Tejas way...

Slainte

Cygnus

Continuing Theme

One-Inch Punch

[In Four Steps]

I said last night I needed first to still the mind-body. Because... I wish to gain more efficiency in action. And

Stillness precedes Motion...

Motion precedes Speed...

Speed precedes Power.

Slainte.

Cygnus

Still... There Is THAT...

Bonjour folks! Cygnus here-- under a roof for a change. Not sure about the stuffy air these things necessitate one sleep in-- am trying even now to get sufficient draft to use the Sylphs' fresher offering-- but the whole running water on demand cannot be overlooked.

I'm going on a roadtrip in five days. Yet another running-water-supplied covered shelter.

Almost gonna feel like a regular thing, I'm not careful. Which kinda leads to the words offered me (thanks, Caliope!) for topic today: getting my thoughts and words back in good order.

But... first things first.
STILL THE MIND-BODY. [And yes, it IS One thing...]

I leave in four nights for four days of Samhain Celebration (a first for me, spending any Sabbat with other Pagan folk...).

Four days. No city noise. No traffic.

No insulation itch! ha!

Still. Breathe, and Still.

Slainte, Folks.

Cygnus

Greetings From Galveston

I'm sitting in the sands looking straight up. Cygnus the celestial Swan is directly overhead. Mother ocean pulses...breath deepens...

The smile widens...

I'm seeing stars and movement of lights, airplanes etc., and feeling a cool breeze [that planet must be Jupiter] that I've not experienced in a long time. It's pleasant.

All is well and I'll see you in a few days.

Slainte folks.

Cygnus.

Bobby Frost is Another God...

Go read The Road Not Taken.

I'm on it as of now, folks.

See you when I do...

Slainte.

Cygnus


P.S. -- A bit later, and MUCH, much better:

And Thus I Live Forever...

In the following flame...

"On the altar, a candle burns. For a week, it will glow softly, day and night. Marked, it is, with symbols as old as witchery, with words and will. Charged and lit with a flame born of thousands of years of sacred fires, sacred rights, and a community that spans time and tide. Just before it falters, gutters out, I will light another, its twin, to burn another seven days...and another after that, and another, for as long as it takes.

I am here..."

Like a moth... I flitter thither...

Minuteae Views...

HAY!!!

 

WHAZZAT ON MY SEEDS!!!?

 

Sunflower Spider, apparently. Let her be.

Slainte.

Cygnus

Never Heard This Before...

My friend sent me a youtube link. My camera was set up on stabilizing tripod device.

Gotta love spontanaety...



Slainte.

Cygnus

Tight Lyrics...

Remember THIS poem?

I got a call from Lady V.J.T earlier this week.
Good talk. Good friend.
Lifelong love.

Nice.

Got me to thinking about the three primary and two "I-Wish" Ladies I consider good friends.
Bet every one of them fit this song well. I know I see all of them walking on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind...



Slainte, Lady Turner.

And Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

Welcome To Markron

You have 1,825 days to prepare for G.L.A.D.--Global Liase Amalgamated Departure.

G.L.A.D. is a mantatory Earth-evacuation Program, sponsored and mandated fully by your Global-Local Overall Cooperative Kompadre, aka GLOCK-- the New World Government Cooperative...

All free persons will be safely transported and then relocated to an ensconcement in the Thorun Star System, a modern non-traffic rail-surrounded Controlled Enclosed And Sound Environmental Edificae (or CEASE Buildings) located inside the Star-System Structure...

Peace and prosperity are Government-Guaranteed to Abound! Live in worry-free, controlled environs!!!

DISCOVER PARADISE TODAY...

[To Be Continued...]

Slainte...

Cygnus

Life in the Garden Today

I was jes' hangin' solowhen along came...

"Yo! Hiya doin, eh?!?"and so great whilst it lasted, but...





See Ya...


More hanging about in Eden...





Then there are the Rap Song Love Bugs:
"...Woncha Back That Ass Up..."






And alas but not least we alight upon the flowers...Be honest-- how many think, on viewing this photo, 'Cygnus is on another okra blossom shoot'! ["Another", hell-- try continuous! HA!]

Look again...
See me now?

And finally, I'm pretty sure I spied Hera and Persephone lounging about the nearing of the changing of the Tides of Seasons...
See Ya! HA!

Slainte, Folks.

Cygnus

Go To England! NOW!

If you've never visited Ancestral Celt's blog, now is the time.[Click this post's title.] The following is courtesy of her.

And warning, folks-- it's vivid.




Thanks, A.C.

Slainte.

Cygnus

Like It Should Be Heard...

From A Beautiful Woman's Voice...



Slainte.
Got A Kleenex?

Cygnus

More Ants and Okra--

Because there is something penultimately satisfying about Nature running Her course...






Slainte, Folks.

Cygnus

Ain't S/He A Beaut?!?

A Real Aphroditic Specimen

A beautiful deep purple base...

Long, labialesque, pale yellowing folds underneath. A tip with crinkles to make the glans the envy of any turtle...

Way too inviting with it's tight wrap; "Unwind me; make me vocal as Bete Midler in Down And Out In Beverly Hills it seems to beckon...

But...

Look closer...
This shoot is not about the flower's overt sexuality. It's about ants.

A bit tough to see them in these two photos-- look closely at the purple base, and on the unopened budding flora-- more will likely follow as I get used to the image-capturing device and get range etc. down...

None the less, I have always fascinated at the ants' penchant for the okra plant-- they are ubiquitous as bees on clover (or Cygnus on flowers, for that matter...).
This year I have watched intently. And I've discovered...

Pollen. The ants are enamored of the okra's sweet yellow pollen droplets...

They'll carry it off in droves... to wherever off is to.

Makes one wonder-- I never seen a bee on an okra flower.
Are ANTS the great okra pollinators? Is THAT why we have such good okry croppage here south, along with a healthy fire-ant populace? lol!

It do make me go "Hmm..."

Slainte.

Cygnus

Pagan Swan's

Impractical Move of the Week...

Here's what I needed:

• Sheet metal hammer
• scratch awl
• right/left-hand snips
• (sheet metal) tongs

Sears had naught in the sheet metal hammers dept. The pair of right/left snips [straight and curve-cutting capabilities] was $US 25.00

Saw neither hide nor hair-- if I may be so bold as to mix natural elements for writer effect-- of the other sheet metals tools. Company has a payroll deduction option for required stuffs (FYI-- I needs all these for the Sheet Metals Apprentice Program I'll begin 21 hrs 21 minutes real-time...2039 local typing NOW).

SO...

I had a $25 card from the above-mentioned store left from post-Winter Solstice's christ-mess exchange.
I have a creative streak.
My gift money should not be spent on work when I canna feed my creative bent as worthy pursuit of Adult Leisure Time.

Sears had not my tools, which Company shall provide, against my trading time for the need for said tools to earn green papers to barter for my freedom to move to Missouri and grow my own food instead of...


AHEM!

So... I now have nice image-taking and video-making capabilities...

As soon as I have the video-download thingamagig figgered out, you'll all be the first two or three to know...

Until then, folks...

Slainte!

Cygnus

...Poetry...

A Welling Hope

So many high rises reach up to block the
smog-choked sky that they cannot be
counted from this vantage.

The pall of gray stretches on as far as do the buildings.
An occasional charcoal-yellow light bleeds feebly from
slate windows.

Cement and asphalt, weather-worn, blend,
barely discernible; only a chipped curb
it's rise minuscule by the surrounding edificae
provides a formless division. Cracks scurry along the sidewalk like
asymmetrical spider webs.

And here, in brilliant defiance of
the oppressive environmental pallor
from a broken-legged arachnid-looking weed in
a tiny crack on a bleak sidewalk
springs forth a flower...

jMc aka Cygnus

Slailnte, folks.

C.

Honest to Goddess!

My fortune cookie printout last nite read, in blotter-acid blue, only these five words:

LOVE IS IN THE AIR

Hmm...



But, they got pills can cure, I imagine...

Slainte!

Cygnus

Y' Wan' Some More Rain?!?

We're not getting it today in the nation's fourth largest city, but we have the past three or so afternoons-- enough for me not to have to water Eden since monday afternoon. (I may needs tonight... One of Five ain't bad, resource-taxing wise...)

AND...

The rains this weekend proved sufficient Muse for at least one more poem.
[Well, okay-- the caffeine manifested itself as Muse and we went a-writing! Hee!]

Enjoy, folks. Rains is always nice. Even depressin' ones... and especially the sensual ones.

RAINSONNET

THEN I SHALL DANCE FOR YOU AMID THE DROPS
OF HEAVEN'S TEARY NECTAR BEADING DOWN
AND FEAR THE FORKED BOLTS OF LIGHTNING NOT
THE WATER BE MY SHIELD, MY DANCE, MY CALL

AND AFTERWARD WITH SUN-DRENCHED SHOULDERS STAND
NAKED MIDST THE RESPLENDENT-WATERED PLOT
OF FLOWERS, MELONS, VEGETABLES AND FRUITS
AND BEG MORE RAIN POUR DOWN TO SLAKE MY THIRST

I LIGHT IN SOUL-FILLED BLISSFUL PASSION WHEN
BOTH SUN AND RAIN TOGETHER FREELY FALL

AND MANIFEST IN DROPLETS ON MY SKIN
THE LIGHTBEAMS COLOR THROUGH THE CLEAR, WET DOMES;

PRISMATIC, BEAMING BACK UNTO THE SKY
THEY, TOO, SEEKING THEIR SOURCE AMONGST THE STARS

jMc aka Cygnus



Slainte, folks!

Cygnus

Echoes from the Weekend Rain

Destination

sweet, steady and
soft coming down
your warm embrace
this summer sound

with even swish
you wash across
the Earth like lif-
ted albatross

and heavier still
you stream down now--
a chilling thrill
a seeping plow

into the Earth
to find all Root
and add your Girth
to Leaf and Fruit

jMc aka Cygnus

Slainte

Here Come The Thunder...

And a chance for rain looks promising-- a sweet glimpse at Momma Nature's more temperamental sides from the humanoid perspective.

I've always liked the sound... the light first, sometimes... sometimes (most exciting!) simultaneous and accenting a bone-resonating soundwave...

I've always liked the rain-- the ocean, wellwater, breath condensation... how many myriad other forms of collected moisture bound together until their need for the release of the fall outweighs the current sustaining them aloft...

There's the still before the torrent-- actually HERE, litelally this minute as I type, riding a distant thunder-wave in, is the Silent, the Still... the coming, the impending, the potential...

The sky grows deceptively lighter, giving away future intent by it's orange eye looking mischievously down and askance...

I've always enjoyed the closed-in feel when the sheets of grey curtain all existence outside somewhere... nothing to penetrate my mind's eye, free to roam the universes that open up when we are locked blissfully with naught but our thought...

Then there's the cool, the cleansing...
The Earthen-loam smell after the rains... the sounds returning-- birds, locusts. Kids.

Bid Welcome, for here come the Rain...

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

Instant

Wanting it too much
aching so severely
fearing I might
drive away the actuality
a hungry look
superseding the calm confidence needed
to captivate

Hope lies only in the chance that
certainty be simultaneous,
leave no room for,
and push into the past
any doubt

jim aka Cygnus

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

Dragonflies In Eden

Thus I call my Garden, because the name is pretty.

And venturing along the rock path leading thus, I spied a Dragonfly...


S/he was perched sunning at the tip of the fallen limb-cum-cucumber-trellis.

I greeted, and said "I'm coming in to the garden..."
Thought again, and asked for permission to enter the Garden...

Then asked was my garden being enjoyed! ha!

I thought of a friend whose spirit animal (one of) is dragonflies, and I greeted her by name through her cousin...

And the little creature darted up into the air, hovered for a few dragonfly seconds (which seemed to me like sixty-six percent of one of mine) and gently alighted back on the twigtip.

Thus greeted, I passed slowly within eighteen inches of the branch without disturbing this fauna-- nor, I see now, the other of like color [sienna with some of the most azure tails I've ever seen, and evanescent-cloud wings]. And this one proceeds right fast-- as dragonflies are wont to do-- into a tomato vine and cometh back with a tasty snack.

No, not the tomato! Ha! Dragonflies hunt the other little fauna of flies, gnats, small non-stinging bees who like to hover about...

As do I for a few moments, kind of taking it all in:
Morning heat beginning to edge towards afternoon inferno...
The large bumblebee-esque one pollinating the purple wisteria...
The red asp hunting in the grass...
The black one not sure what to make of the other in the wisteria...
The oak-camo'ed beetles who particularly love basking/hunting on the glowing faces of the seed-producing sunflowers...


Wind...Sun...Earth...

Breathing easier now, I head back down the Cinder path...

Slainte...

Cygnus

I Think I'm in Love...

“When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on--series polygamy--until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter."

--Tom Robbins

THE most original author to come along since those folks that made up that bible... If you've not read him, you ain't read. Make ya think, laugh hard, and wonder what blessed karma he had to incur such an original Muse.
His metaphor and simile are so original that I can't think of anything original to compliment it on.

This quote is not typical of his novel writ. A friend of mine found this link of quotes from the man who was treated like a rock music Icon in his chosen home of the Pacific Northwest [United States].

One of the more potent, or pertinent, things I read into the words is we only 'search' if we are incomplete, but the futility of it... [Reminds me of that drawing from M.C. Escher, the stairs or whatever... but let me end digression here--]


The one we are searching is NOT going to complete us; only WE are individually capable of completing the task, pun intended.

I'd really like you to opine in here, folks. What do ya think?

Ever read the man? What of this "series polygamy" statement?-- I think he meant polyamorous via a string of monogamous bents.

Anyhow-- I love the man's writing, his novels [hey, any book titled FIERCE INVALIDS HOME FROM HOT CLIMATES wins merit on title alone! Ha!
And I wanna know what you think of his quote...

Slainte, People.

Cygnus

SPEECHLESS

Tell me wordlessly
explain what you want done
Show me silently
You'll take what I give

Incline your head
incline your hands
light in your eyes
makes no demands
But speaks of dreams
and can't hold still
because they see
they'll be fulfilled

jim aka cygnus

Slainte

Cygnus

Life-flow-er

It's approaching four A.M. here. I've been out, watering the garden.

Generally realizing...

I LIKE SOLITUDE.

Sitting, on haunches, amongst the sunflowers and the okra.
Looking at tomato 'bushes' (vines that have been trained upward...) that approach five feet in diameter, and easily four feet 'tall'.

Training the winter squash vines to utilize unused sunshine-space.

Thumping the watermelon, still intent on adding flesh.

Coaxing the cucumbers to beat winter frost...


I like this idea of having a splot (spot ant plot, combinatively...) of land, and the time to work it.

I enjoy having no Thing and no One Else to answer to; no timeline (save weather/season-related); no task or chore save the leaves, the drip of water, the scent of humus...

I see the attraction, as an abode, to the faerie, and for the Gnomes... for, what a beautiful spot to live; what beauty to be charge of...

I like, in short, the ALONE. The Contemplative Time.The peace, the quiet, the uninterrupted... the SOLITUDE.

I'll come in and join you in bed soon, love,

Right now I need some star time...

Slainte...

Cygnus