Bohemian Waxwings

I guess, i would feel special
if i was called bohemian
well, it has to be in print
but really, i do wonder
because today
it is the birds
who raise me to pure bliss
they gather in great flocks
and sweep past all
to specifically sweep down to me
they lift me gently of my feet
i am flying
held up by feathery wings
surrounded by sweet song
taken to a magic forest
the trees a gift particulary for me
you can enjoy their joyfull twitter
or stand in awe among the gnarly trees
but you will never know
today it was all orchestered for me
now, that's what i call bliss
to be the birds' beloved
the queen of ancient trees
to realize that i am special
while no one knows
well, now, just you and me

Plato (on the flu-shot)

I never read Plato, but here i am reading a book by Saul Bellow. He says something about Plato that caught my attention, specifically because I am reading it exactly today.
I don't even know if this Saul Bellow is a well known writer. It's just that when i was hauling water last week, i picked the book out for it's title, in the Mendenhall free-store, which is beside the community well. (Our community only 40 or so people, it be interesting to find out, who read the book before me).

Anyway on this day, there were 3 people who advised me on going to get the flu shot, after they have stood in line for 3 hours to get one.
I am really wondering about this 'rage'. I used the same comment on all 3, "I haven't had a flu for 15 years". Of course that doesn't convince them, that i don't need this shot, and they explain it to me.

Honestly i don't know what to think of all this, but i do believe Plato might be on my side of the argument. If you know Plato or Freud (which i did read, but very long time ago)
Saul Bellow writes: "The angels failing, the physicians take over, as Plato foretold in the 'Symposium'. Love is replaced by Health, and Health is obtained by anatomical means. Freud himself writes the prescription, 'penis normalis, dosim, Then as pharmacology follows medicine, we shoot ourselves full of drugs....... etc"

Now i am a little worried that by not taking this shot, while everybody else does, i might just get that flu. But also i am worried for you who does take it.
En masse.
So in the end, to me , it doesn't matter one way or the other.

So, what is this all about?
I myself am not immune to these 'en masse' things of this era. For years i thought Brad Pitt was the most handsome man on the planet, along with many, many other woman, and i did read all the Harry Potter books, and i probably have caught many other 'flues' that sweep through our society.

Please, i am very interested, what you think?

my own....

Skin :) Right now it is snowing. Covering the ground fast.
An i am glad i did go skating this morning. The ice was a little rippled, but good to skate on.
I didn't get any good pictures, and nothing out of the ordinary happened.
So i figured i might as well post a picture of my self.
Which is an interesting thing to do.
How much is one wanting to share of oneself on-line?
I am not very shy in general, but....
Hey, it doesn't look like me at all, anyway!
It's snowing heavier now.
Beside skating for an hour, i was painting today. See the new photo in the right hand column, they are Christmas tree decorations (5"/13cm long).
to sell in the craft sales i am planning to attend.
It's a white world out there.

Mendenhall River

Yesterday in the late afternoon i walk South.
It has been snowing today, but now the sun is trying to come out, peeking through big gray clouds. The mountains surrounded by white clouds, as in above them, underneath them and pouring out of them. I cross the highway and take my last year's ski trail. As a ski trail it was easy to find. Now i have to really watch where i am going.( i did hang some flagging here and there:) This is a dark forest, sinking deep in the moss, deep cracks in the soil, which will fill up with snow. Of and on my trail follows animal trails, which are now obvious, but weren't last winter. Here and there i recognize a friend, a familiar tree and find my way that way. And all the woodpeckers living here help me. Only at the end i totally loose the trail in an open uniform poplar forest. But then i come out by the meadow any way.
The meadow looks very wet. But stepping onto it it is rather frozen, only puddles around the grass. When it froze the water was quite high. I follow the ice and go around dark spots in the ice. Where it appears that there are channels made by the muskrats, just underneath the surface. There are several muskrat push ups (i don't know if that is the correct terminology) surrounded by open water.
Climbing over the heavily forested levee.
There is the river!




You see the river is wide open. flowing with clear water. In summer the river is always muddy. As you see the river did try to freeze already the water being much lower now.
The swan feather is frozen into the ice in the meadow.
When i walk back, the sun is setting gloriously. And i walk through the dark forest in dusk. Which... makes for a great Halloween setting:)
Honestly there is no bone in me that is scared, though. Hmmmm i am scared of other
things in life, probably ones that you laugh about....

my two ravens

My sale yesterday went quite well. And it definitely inspired me to do more paintings. As i get my self ready this morning to do another one. One in the series that i didn't name yet. I paint about how i see the ideal love relationship. :) Nude.(any suggestion for a name are welcome, i don't name every single painting, just naming a series. I have: 'flowers, mountains and the sky', 'my own skin', 'ice', and this relationship one, which is typically, that i don't have a name yet)

As i do the dishes, out of kitchen window i watch these Raven for a half hour at least. What a beautiful image for what i see as true love. Before i start taking pictures, it's actually the bird on the right that sits hunched down and receives the loving. But when i spotted them first i went: "oh my God, there is my two ravens kissing.




hmmm 5 pictures. i know that's where i am hard to love, because as in love too, i will state one thing and flow on to the next, not always taking into account the ones who love me. As here on blog i recently stated that i always like to do one picture per post, well here you go. FIVE. And it is all very plausible to me.

pink light

I don't want to keep complaining here, but i still didn't find my bearings yet. I found when i started blogging, the first year or so, it was all straight as an arrow. I knew exactly what to do and what to write. Reading Christopher's poem, i know he is right. I am in a curve, trying to find my direction.
The light was beautiful tonight!!! Everything in a pinkish glow, how much that does for a bleak world!
Earlier i went for a long stroll. See i am not even walking, not to imagine hiking, just strolling through the woods. wonderfully. Some trees had blown over, maybe last night. And as strolling doesn't get me very far, i was at Moose Skull Lake again. And the ice! it's smooth like glass and very slippy now with a film of water on it.It's not going to be totally clear, more like smoky glass. I also climbed the hill here to the East and for my longing for a straight arrow, this poem came to me.:)


THE WIND THE SUN
as i climb upon the rocks
where the old shore line used to be
i feel you beckoning me
the yellow grass rippling
my body quivers
if i listen
i can hear long ago
the water splashing against the shore
turning stone into sand
once again i am soft clay

Dream

Ahh i lived through that dreary day yesterday, in the evening the wind started blowing and in the night i woke up from rain pelting down on the roof. Not just, something is better than nothing, but i love wild weather. The wind on my skin;
“bien dans sa peau”
And this morning the neatest thing happened, as i was reading Laurel's comment at my last post, i remembered my dream i had last night.

Yesterday on - that day -, i had a nap, and i already had, another, amazing dream. Dream: At one point i came to this pond, which was very colorful, as in deep dark blues, greens and yellows, because of vegetation under the surface. I dove in the pond flying over the weedy parts and diving in the dark deep blue, flying out again and diving in again. The way dreams are there was much more to it. There was a big river, i couldn't cross, because the bridge broke open, bears swimming in the water, high rise buildings and an aspect of loneliness.
Last night's dream was equally amazing, and i only remembered it vaguely after reading Laurel's words.(thanks Laurel). Dream: I delivered a baby, by myself, squatting, thinking; oh, the second one is easy. (in real life, i gave birth to one (Alexander) and went through natural, but very painful, labor) In my dream the baby was healthy and all, but there my dream disappears from my memory. hmmmm now what does that all mean?