What I Want

Sounds like an easy question. UNTIL...

I was prompted to once again turn inside and truly ask my Self, and make my self listen without much interruption.

I don't know how many we'll end up with, but these are pretty much in good order of priority for Cygnus.

• Three hours a day, every day of the year, uninterrupted, in the garden. I want enough space to feed myself, put some aside for later fodder, and have enough to barter with and a little more to give away. Give me enough space to work in those three hours-- no more, for that is all I need-- and I can do as I want.
• Three hours a day to play. Rock climb. Bicycle. Drum. Make films. Bowhunt. Hang glide. Swim.Fly.The financial ability to do it all! HA!! (Ah well, you know... I thought long as I'm asking...)
• Food. I figure I can feed my few scattered beasts both domesticated and semi-so in that allotted time... Anyone else see the beautiful spiral symmetry to that?
  
• Three hours a day, six days a week, uninterrupted, to write. Blogger not included.

I figure that gives me another four hours for leisure-- probably mostly blogger, because, folks, I'm ALWAYS HERE!!! lol!

That kinda skims the surface of the ocean of wants this Swan has... important ones like food, fun, and Philosophy...

Mind if I add to the list from time to time?

Thanks, Holly.

Slainte, Folks.

Cygnus

Garden Lunch

Except for the pasta and apple...

• cherry tomatoes--~12-15, quartered
• onions- green, stalks and all sliced & diced--~4 lg baby
  
• banana peppers--I had about seven, but would I had about eight or so more
• 1 small Serrano pepper--HOT HOT HOT!!!
• 7 oz dried macaroni-style pasta (shells would work well too, I think-- maybe even better aesthetically...)
• lemon pepper to taste
• fajita seasoning & spicy ramen soup seasoning packet
• 3 lg tbsp real mayo-- I use it over salad dressing( EWW!) because I like it better, and when on my own land and have chickens for pest control and eggs, I can make my own mayo by whipping oil(olive adds flavor) and eggwhites. Mix the yolks with kitty's food for an added treat and heightened protein...

That's pretty much it. Cook and cool pasta, mix in mayo, seasoning, fruits and veggies.
I added soyu to my personal bowl-- wanted a little more Island feel...

Used up any veggies that were beginning to over-ripe and thus saved them form going (directly! ha!) to compost, and garnered three good meals, or superb side dishes, for about... less than a dollar's worth of storebought stuffs.

Tasty! First real meal after yesterday's ritual swim-- fasted yesterday before because that's just the way it went, not by any overtly conscious choice, and when I tried eating last nite the body just didn't wanna hear it-- still glowing with the recharge, covered in Her Salt.
Good for this first meal to have come from an area of Earth I tend with my own hands...and feet and back and mind and heart...

Good indeed...

Slainte, Folks.

Cygnus

post-post (ha!) scriptum:
For dinner I'll be adding more tomatoes, some summer sausage, and hot peanuts to the above-dish.

And maybe fresh cantaloupe??

Update: went with more tomatoes, honey mustard, salami and summer sausage-- heated--, a dash more lemon pepper, come lemon juice, and -- a kicker! some malt vinegar...

OH MY!!!

Willie theme continued!!!

I'm still waiting for my first chance...



Friday Night, folks!!

Slainte!

Cygnus

I Took The Liberty...

Of copy/pasting this comment from the last post to make one of it's own...

I am going to do this, and link to Holly's site, and then go to bed and allow dreams to continue the processing , um process! ha!

NOTE: NO Offense should be taken by ANY PARTY. What SHOULD be taken is EACH AND EVERY WORD TO HEART-- BY ALL THREE OF US. Myself most of all.

So Mote It Be... And a very sincere THANKS to this Matron who is confident enough to offer advise in the true FRIEND manner-- TRUTH, and no side-stepping.
THANK YOU, Lady Holly...

Holly said...

Swan!

Um, this is bullshit...truly. It sounds all noble and courtly lovish, but truly tis bullshit.

Someone in the three of you wants their way on their terms on their timing in a way that they feel they can control.

The other? Just wants a good time and what comes along. Come what may sort of attitude.

Fear is afoot here...that's always what it gets down to...fear that the investment won't pay off, fear that you might not get what you want...

But, the biggest fear? Taking the chance that you might feel something ! EWWWW, too scary for some...

So any excuse is a good excuse, and the whole courtly love thing, "I'll back away..." what a noble martyr that would make.

In the end of it all? What the hell is it that you want out of this, Man? And, be real clear. Because that's the only way that this might come out the way you hope instead of feeling like Wile E. Coyote after opening a package from a company called Acme Gunpowder.

Get my drift? This is about feelings...this is about fear.

Your worth a whole lot of fear and trembling...someone who wants to take it as it unfolds. YOU. Are. WORTH. It.



Bright Blessings.

As always, folks-- please chime in... because in today's economy, HEY! Two cents is Two cents!!! [makes sense! lol]

Slainte!

Cygnus

"Conditional" Friendship

I'm not bemoaning or otherwise complaining so much as... as 'processing'...
I was told it would be this way, but at the time didn't put the label on it, didn't define it thus...

Here's the jist of what I'm talking about:

Over the last few months I have developed a very deep, very special friendship with someone. Leastwise, I thought it was so...

So, when this person told me that should another friendship which was developing ever turn physical they (friend "A") would back away, I still didn't register our friendship as "conditional".

I understand that all of our friends, acquaintances etc. are not necessarily going to like each other.
What I'm having trouble with is, why my liking friend "B" would cause "A" to back away or even slightly stall our relationship.

Is it because we are judged by the company we keep? I can accept this to a degree, but at the same time--- I'm not trading one person's friendship for another, to bump one and replace...

I'm not asking friend "A" to like friend "B"; I'm asking why back away from ME?

Talk to me, folks. Show me what it is I'm missing here... help me process this thing...

Slainte, friends.

Cygnus

Attention To Detail...

I'm adrift on the Ocean. Comfortable. Relaxed.
A deep breath, and under, and down... and down and down...
Not a 'drowning' down'; a floating. A calming.
Refreshing.

Breathing is no problem, for this is the Great Mara, the Primordial...

And just as these waters broke to signal our time to enter in to this physical realm, so now do I emerge from the surface under the surface... and in the near distance, spot The Isle.
I am drawn unto it.

I step out of the waters and take it's golden-white sands beneath my bare feet. Cool water streams down my naked body.

Two towering monoliths stand in the distance, and I glide towards them...

I kneel before them, a silent blessing coursing my gray matter. I do not breach their boundary, but sit just outside that threshold.

Behold-- above, and center-- is the moon...
I 'sit' and bask in Her reflective sunlight. I breathe easy and deeply. I do not 'ask', nor 'search', nor really even think. I just... AM. I just BE. [A human BE-ing, not a human do-ing.]

***

When "ready", when time brings me just conscious of that deep reverie of peace, and I know to return, I bow my thanks, leaving some small pebble or flower that is THERE in my hand. I stand, and turn, and trace the path back across the Sands (of time? Hmmm...), and again enter the refreshing waters. And again out and down and down and...
And up again, HERE.

*****

This is a powerful meditative place, this Isle. I have been there numerous times-- too many to count.
Likely my most powerful meditative experience ever was here, the ONE TIME I was asked--Permissioned? Beckoned?-- Through the Stone's Threshold. Neither the Guide nor the Experience on the 'other side' would I ever describe even though I could, for this is mine alone, lest I lose all His-- and IT'S-- magic, it's blessing...


[To readers of my other blog-- yes, again this Ol' Bird has duplicated... Seems the post belonged here, but when it came to mind it was for My Song... But here, I can -- and would like to try to-- expound a bit...

Over the course of several "visits" to this Isle, I noted each trip held variations... was the water easy or more difficult to transverse... Was the approach to the Sands smooth or strewn with razor-sharp coral... was the traipse to the Monoliths long and steep, or short-- was I just THERE of a sudden?-- or medium... what phase was the moon showing? And myriad other details...

As Pagans, each of these can and will give insight to our mental (conscious, or waking,) state.
Each clue will vary on YOUR PERSONAL analogy of the proffered change... E.G.: Rough Reef? Are you having difficulty attaining your normal "peaceful" state? At this point, we can begin to explore and ask why, thus move to Will it as it needs be, as we, Captains of our own Destiny, see fit...
Kinda like a dream analogy, I suppose-- but then, what be a really GOOD meditation save a semi-lucid dream, a "divination" insofar as a spiritual/mental inventory?... ]


Slainte, Folks...

Cygnus

There is SO MUCH I want to write here...
And none of it I will. Not just yet...
Aye, in due time, as the Spiral Rhythms of life spin me, and us, around.. and the time-- Father Chronos-- says time is due... then shall I try to vocalize the magic.

Until then, I lie quiet, and let the music do it's fill... I have said that a song all day on the mind-- unconscious or consciously-- is a bit o' magic reaching out to touch...

It is of this song-- ALL THE GIRLS-- I desire to write. And of this song I shall not...
Not here, not now.

"...Before"... yes, I have loved several before. And you know my bent from past posts-- that love may change, but NEVER leaves, never exits. Like the Mother/Maiden/Crone of the moon phases. But...
It is the ones I love NOW which have caused me break and ponder of the day long...
And the ones of today AND yesterday which have kept the magic of Julio and Willie Nelson on this feeble mind...

And to them, I dedicate this song... and this post.


"Loved" is past-tense. And doesn't fit into my sphere of belief.
LOVE.
Love IS.
And I am Blessed... for I love and am loved in return on SO MANY different levels of comprehension...

Thank You, Girls.

Slainte, Folks...

Cygnus

My Dearest Friend, A.M. ... THANK YOU

Going to take the night to explore a link or three my VERY BEST, most dearest friend traced for me while I was @ work today. I'll shoot over there before I post this-- one of the links, I mean; NOT my friend's! ha! [Ah, would that it were...], and see if I can find some linkage, or a video or... what have you/we...

[later in the eve...]

Well, i found the site, but being as how I'm technically inept, I'm only able to provide you with the link; PLEASE give THIS ONE a visit-- as a personal favor to Cyggie here...
Um.. you KNOW I reward personal favors with...
Well...

WHADDYA WANT??? LOL!


I'll tyr to fare better before my beddie-by, but in the interim...

Take good care tonight, Folks!

Slainte!
[And THANK YOU for supporting my son's band efforts...]

Cygnus

Some Drummin'...

This was a couple days ago... I let loose another session in the park today, but am experiencing great woes with the camera...

I will say that there MIGHT JUST BE hope for today's youth...

I complimented a pair of youngsters on their skateboards whilst hauling drum and a cooler of frothy ones to a shady table-- and for the record, my verbiage was NOT platitude; the longboards WERE awesome...
Later, they braved to approach Ol' Man Cygnus [I know the mindset, and know, comparatively, it rings true in Chronos' (human) vision...] to ask about "the instrument" i play...

Hope I dinna bore them too terribly much with verbiage... but.. they stayed, and listened... so, is not all so bad, is it?!? lol!

Practice vid of a few days ago to follow... a BEAUTIFUL day in the fourth largest city in these United States, Folks...



Slainte!

Cygnus

Wanna Hear a COOL Song?

A SONG...

Poetry with the backing magic of Music.

So, Y'wanna?

COOL! Head HERE and it will be done...

MUSE-ical...

Research the etymology yourself. Me? I'm headed back for another earfull!!!

Thanks, Spotted Wolf!!!

And while you're there, take time to note the yard/den in the FOREGROUND, versus the... bland, dreary.. typical background lameness.

BEAUTY, as well as magic, my friend!

Slainte!

Cygnus

I Have NO clue...

If this will work, or HOW it will if it does.
Mucho (beaucoup?)camera/dv issues... no more frontals until I gets a new toy.. meaning no more poetry recitals-- at least with the swan's face spewing the verbiage.
[HEY!!! QUIT dancing for joy out there!!! I SEE you! :D]
Okay, let's give the download a go...



Well, it's bouncy, like Tigger's Tail...
Mais rien ne foutre...
(Um, I dunno 'bout sound yet-- was on the phone whilst previewing the shoot, but de rien, b/c it goes up in

Three...

Two...

[Slainte!]

One...

Cygnus...

Very Short and Silly...

What would you have if you crossed a Witch and a dog with wrinkled skin?

Why, a Sharpeigan, of course!

Slainte, Folks!

Cygnus