The different faces of ice

The more water solidifies the more faces it has. So is my truth quite different then yours even if we are both mostly water. Ha! can you imagine how different from eachother we would look if we actually become still for a long time? I can write anything i want, it might be right or wrong, a lie or not , made up or actually experienced.
What i am getting at is that we all have our own truth, your path is not necessary mine. When to be Catholic ( i am just saying, no pun intended) works for you,  that is fantastic. Even if it is all smoke ( i did think the smoke would stay black forever, it didn't).
This morning it is minus 30 Celsius again, but the sun is already glorious, and we know it will win.
And i who remember to wake up happy as a child, only being afraid of the lion under my bed, lately i have been waking up distressed, every morning, it already faded the sun shining too brightly to keep me there.
Master Fwap ( surfing the Himalayas) tells me what i feel is majestic power of particular dimensions. Well master Fwap is full of Bologna (baloney). yet like everybody  ( fictional or real) we all must have an essence of the same. Now the essence, That! is that what i call truth? Can even be my essence quite different then yours? How do you describe your water when it's frozen solid?

I hope to write every morning in my time of majestic power (dread) a little bit about what is essentially true for me.

Ilium

when i put my clothes back on

they smell of smoke

 a hole chopped in the ice

the nesting box was full of feathers

we saw mergansers 

 brightly black and white in the cold river

and a dipper busy lower down

and i climbed  high 

upon the barren rocks

a windblown hillside

scrambling up

my bones want you

my hard bones want your firm grip

you see my ribs when my body arches

for your love

maybe i am skinny

because i need to feel your hands 

pulling on my hipbones

cherry blossom

my world is made of sugar

can you imagine, everything you can imaging can be made with ice and snow

mind you it might not last as long as cherry blossom

disappearing when the sun comes out

but often longer 

when caught in glacier ice

it's there for centuries to come

i pick and choose my kind of candy

simon vinkenoog

I happen to be reading a book which was written in the last sexual revolution the writer actually makes sure we know it is written from 1963 till 1971. But this post is not about sex, well it always is of course, to me everything we are is related to sex.
quote, In een openbaring leeft hij, die weet dat het leven een aaneenschakeling  van wonderen is. (translated) In a revelation lives he, who knows that life is a sequence of miracles. or, In clarity lives he, who knows that life is a concatenation of miracles.
Upon starting to read the book (het hek van de dam) i already realized, hey here is someone who knows that there is not one truth, but that we each have our own truth.
Now of course life is bound by certain laws, a miracle really, that water is heavier then air, and that we might wake up in a cloud, and know ourselves wonderfully lost, or in a big rain storm and we are washed clean.  One can think of disasters too, but never  will the laws that water lives by be changed. Which is amazing, can you imagine that we suddenly have to adept and become like fish, that will take centuries, many of us will perish.
So miraculously there is these laws that we can depend on.
And then there is creation, i do call it free will,. never do i really now what the next moment will bring.
I live like a land mammal in a world of water.

sexual revolution

:) thank you Sean and others for your nice comments on the last post. Things are still dark, but my heart feels light, full of hope.... for what?

I don't quite know. Different things.

Maybe also for a sexual revolution?

I know i am pre menopausal, and i feel hot sex takes place for hot flashes of menopausal women of earlier days. beside it being menopause related i also think it is a trend.
As i browse the Internet and please do help me finding relevant articles,
I find indeed that since early days there have been sexual revolutions, not only in the sixties.
It names the time of Marquis the Sade, the Victorian era, the 1920s and then the last one the 1960s.

Are we in a new one now!? mmmm  that would be nice.
I found a few articles of 2011 that suggest that,  and last year the popularity of the book 50 shades of grey, says something.

Does it mean  that after a sexual revolution, we grow a little, evolve more in the set direction. That might be true in some ways, but i also think, i would be able to find articles that suggest a sexual repression in between those revolutions.

I think as human being beings we know when we are in a revolution, haha it feels good. But do we see ourselves to be in repression? probably not so clearly. We might think we have reasons or that we feel it very okay... So looking around me in society i do not see that euphoria yet of being in a revolution.  maybe i am still repressed and haven't see it truly happening.

Please count me in!
I vote for freedom! my freedom.

And you?

freedom; for a fish to swim above the ice

for a bird to join the swans

on their journey north

what is charity anyway, when you do not live among

the ones you give to

I am as stuck as them

maybe more

sitting in my castle

the moat so big i cannot swim across

the walls too high 

because i wasn't born an eagle

do you think

i am better of

i long for rivers  full of pain

seeping into every crevice of my heart

it's not freedom, love or harmony

it's to feel a glimpse of freedom, while contained

to be fortunate enough to have known love in a world of hate

it's the harmony of the music i call life

Alexander Chisholme

 Alexander made it into the paper again, as i couldn't find the article  on-line, here it is.
Like always i am very proud of him

And for fun a nice picture of the horses, that are on an open grazing lease at the meadows, it's always a joy when they spot us, coming trotting towards us, hoping we are the ones that bring them hay i suppose. But they are happy to just be petted by us.  With my arms i put some weight on his back, and he was totally okay with that, maybe next time i ride him.