Beads and Wires Bring the Funky Magic

My sister's birthday is coming soon. I have some fun socks for her per our tradition of exchanging odd footwear. However, I felt I needed something more. Consequently, I broke out the beads and wires from the hall closet where they've been stashed since summer time and viola! I create funky wearable art. The bead just above the halfway point says "peace." 

I haven't made jewelry in a while, mainly because I have been scheduled within an inch of my existence with too many jobs. Today though, I worked my two hours on essays, cleaned the house, finished a book and started another when the old creative mind started plotting a necklace. Originally, it was going to be purple, but I realized I lacked the purple beads I thought I had. My sister probably has plenty of purple jewelry from me anyway, so turquoise is a strong alternative both in terms of available supplies and my knowledge of her wardrobe tastes.

Perhaps having a more relaxed schedule and state of mind is good for the creative energies. It felt good to have an impulse to create as well as have the time to devote to such endeavors. I hope she likes it.

Moment of Gratitude

Last night I returned to the local Greek restaurant for my first performance since The Jackass Incident. We had the absolute best upbeat song set and we had the just-for-sassy fun-gypsy skirts. Add to that some of the cutest kids and the fellow dancers in the audience, the house was packed.
The set list was less than 21 minutes, but it had three of my all time favorite songs and three totally new to me songs. I also was wearing my teacher's skirt since my big skirt does not go with any of my bedlah sets. It was a little less length than I am used to, but it looked great with my green set.
Between the music, the prop, and the crowd, last night felt absolutely wonderful. It was playful, joyful, and rewarding to get out there and just have fun doing what I absolutely love. At one point, a toddler from one of the hallway tables followed me into one of the other rooms. He had been closely watching me dance and even hopped off mom's lap to hand me one of the tips that had fallen from my hip belt. He was precious. I did a spin into the blue room and saw his mom running at me. Then I noticed he was right there in front of me. Stealthy little fan he was. Anyway, he was adorable.
In the blue room, the Greeks had come to dinner. They are always quite vocal during performance, which is allowed because quiet belly dance audiences are actually uncommon. Well, the one lady who always gives me pointers shouted at me, "Just wait until you have arthritis. You won't be moving like that then!" I laughed, but in my head I thought, "Well, I have lupus, fibromyalgia, and Sjogren's syndrome and I still move like this. Ha!"
Profound realization at how very lucky I am that my body still wants to play from time to time. The freedom, the fun, the fatigue: all totally worth it. To create what I feel to be my closest brush with beauty in this lifetime provides me with the most sublime contentment.

Problem Solved

Earth's salt, dissolve in water,
Combine.
Fire's light, spark the air,
Release.

Inhabitants alive and dormant in the northern realm,
All those of the element earth.
In my circle as in life, I welcome stability and nourishment.
(light candle of the north)

Inhabitants alive and dormant in the eastern realm,
All those of the element air.
In my circle as in life, I welcome creativity and intellect.
(light candle of the east)

Inhabitants alive and dormant in the southern realm,
All those of the element fire.
In my circle as in life, I welcome strength and passion.
(light candle of the south)

Inhabitants alive and dormant in the western realm,
All those of the element water.
In my circle as in life, I welcome intuition and love.
(light candle of the west)

Sun and moon,
beautiful celestial wonders:
Life giver,
rest provider,
join your equal forces with me here this night.

Celebration of the Moon

Glowing lunar lantern,
silvery, feminine, soft.
Your presence affects us all.
Pock-marked, cold, perfect,
subject of myth, fantasy, and study.
You provide balance to the fiery sun,
and thus provide balance to my life.
I marvel at the moon,
I revel in the moon,
I frivol by the moon.

The Naming of Deities

I've been grappling with writing my own full moon ritual, and I cannot seem to satisfy the calling of the quarters and the deities. This is part of my whole examination of spirituality that crops up every once in a while. I feel connected during ritual practice, and it keeps me grounded in the rest of my life. However, I really don't believe in gods or goddesses per se. I really don't believe in one great creator or even a few great creators, but I still want the ritual for what it provides. How do I call them to circle without all the connotation of the typical terminology that I do not accept? This poem is the brain jam stream-o-consciousness ramblings as I ruminated tonight.

The Naming of Deities

By what name do I call you?

God simply does not fit,

for I cannot muster the belief within me-

to offset the doubt that name implies.

So what name do I call you?

Goddess is not right either.

In my mind, you are not female alone-

therefore my quandary to suggest gender.

How can I wrap up that sense of knowledge,

that sense of humility before the expanse of the cosmos,

that sense of acceptance that I do not know everything-

into one word or phrase?

Earth vibrates with life,

an intricate web of biology and chemistry,

of love and hate,

of peace and war.

What name do I call you?

Power lacks empathy;

I will have none of that hierarchy thank you.

I suppose that eliminates Lord and Lady, too.

I am a part of this corporeal existence.

I am a part of this community of life.

Whatever I call you, I am a part of you,

and you are a part of me.

I suppose I shall wait to just know it when I know it.

God I hate waiting.

Refridgerators

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I had some fun today. An activity of my day included the Monte Dolack print up above. My sister had this print in her room growing up and it made us laugh a lot to think about the penguins raiding the fridge. Today's activity asked people to observe the pic first. Then write about what they thought was happening and share out after the writing. Next up came a task to write a brief synopsis of a story based on the pic. Since I was doing this 5 times today, I opted to make my own self-assignment: a progressive story I would add to each time a new group did the synopsis. This is what happens when I consider a print from my childhood and write about it for 10 minutes every hour. All told, maybe an hour's creative writing. 

The tall one said, “We can take care of ourselves. Just because the humans abandoned us doesn’t mean we have to starve. If we can get inside The Hub, then we can forage for some food.”

The leader of the Antarctica clan inquired, “That’s great, Max, but how do we get inside? No thumbs.”

“Not a problem. The red headed human always pushed that button. If we can push that, then we can get inside.”

All of them stopped and looked upward at the circular metal object that meant their survival.

“Or you could just ask for help,” commented a voice from behind the gaggle of penguins. Max turned to see spots. Large, irregular brown spots on amber fur. Moussa, the giraffe, slowly munched on the twigs of a nearby tree as his remark sank in. “If you happen to locate some lettuce, Romaine preferably, would you mind tossing it out here if I were to say, push that button for you?”

“I think that could be arranged,” replied Max. The others nodded their agreement. “Much obliged, Moussa, but I thought the giraffes left days ago.”

“We did, but these trees are delicious. We had to come back.”

“I see,” nodded Max. The tall penguin gestured for the others to move out of Moussa’s way. The gentle giraffe gracefully lowered his head and bumped the disc. Slowly, the door opened.

“Hal, wedge that rock underneath to keep the door from closing. Thanks again, Moussa. Our first job is to find the refrigerator and some lettuce for you.” Moussa languidly stretched his neck to snag more twigs. His jaws grinding back and forth as he watched the penguins waddle one by one into zoo’s visitor’s center.

Once inside, Max appointed teams. The Antarctic clan went to the right. The sect from New Zealand went to the left. Max took those bred in captivity as well as the little ones forward down the main hall. “All right, fan out. When you find the kitchen, whistle and the rest of us will make our way to you.”

The Antarctic brood did not like the way the knotty and knobby floor felt on their feet. Icebergs and snow they could handle, but this oddly irregular and scruffy surface irritated their toes as they explored. Glancing side to side only revealed large, plush bluffs. No kitchen, but the fuzzy pink bergs in the back of the room looked like fun.

The New Zealand penguins proceeded down a tiled hallway. Unfortunately, all the doors were closed. Four in all, the doors all had knobs, not levers. Unless some monkeys made their way to The Hub, the penguins would not be able to figure out what the rooms contained. Most of the rooms were offices and one, the red headed human’s, had a box of energy bars in the lower right-hand desk drawer. Another time that prize might be discovered. Not now though.

A shrill whistle peeled through the air. One of them had found the kitchen!

"Quick everyone. Head this way!" One of the baby penguins toddled as fast as his little penguin feet would carry him as called for everyone to follow him.

Soon they all gathered in the kitchen. The light was still on, but the fridge was closed. Max took action.

"Antarctic penguins: find me a long stick like a yard stick or a broom and bring it here." Since the Antarctic ones were stronger and bigger, they got the job. All the rest could do was wait. They didn't have to wait long before the Antarctic clan returned with a long-handled push broom being pushed by their low to the ground bellies.

"Good work. Now, you there." One of the New Zealand penguins who managed to hop up a nearby footstool and on to the counter turned to acknowledge Max. "Call to Moussa."

Moussa nonchalantly approached the open window where a smaller, but not too small New Zealand penguin was hopping up and down excitedly." Moussa stuck his head in the window. "What is it, Max?"

"We found the ridge, but can you take this broom in your teeth and work it into the handle there?"

"Sure."

"Penguins, fall in!"

The penguins all formed a line from smallest to largest. "Get your flippers under that broom, and lift New Zealanders. Ok, Antarctic and captive ones, walk that broom up so Moussa can grab hold."

Once Moussa had the broom, the penguins waited anxiously  as he threaded the handle through the fridge's handle. He gave the broom bristles a firm nudge and the fridge swung open.

"Ok Pete, do you see some lettuce for Moussa?"

"Got it right here," said the African penguin as he dragged out a bag of lettuce from the crisper using his beak to pull the half eaten head of Romaine.

" Oh good! It's Romaine," reveled Moussa as he bent his head down. The tall one helped Pete push the lettuce up so Moussa's exceptionally long tongue could wrap around the treat and enjoy the morsel.

"All right guys, our turn. Help yourselves. Plenty for everyone," said Max.

Pete, Max's bred in captivity captain, questioned, "That's enough for now, but what about tomorrow?"

"That's a worry for tomorrow, Pete. For now, fill your belly and we'll figure out tomorrow, tomorrow."

Hemingway Makes Me Day Drink

Dear Mr. Hemingway,
I realize that you are dead, but I really need to write you this letter.
What. The. Fuck?
What's with the fishing? How many times does one author really need to use that particular metaphor before the author has used it to exhaustion? Clearly, you feel compelled to hash and rehash this particular symbolism. Old Man and the Sea was enough. Truly.
I suppose the racial commentary would be considered authentic and not really representative of your own views, but I lost count of the rampant derogatory comments in To Have and Have Not. While Harry Morgan quite honestly was a morally corrupt and ethically bankrupt character, his racism turned my stomach. While frequent reference to "Chinks" and "niggers" reveals what kind of man he is, it left me repulsed and without care when he finally met his unavoidable fate. Even his poverty and his family and his need to have more than to have not could not persuade me to give even the remotest of fucks for him.
As for the reference to war, yeah. I get it. I understand war fucks people up. Was it really inherent or necessary in this story though? It seemed out of place and like you threw in references to the war just for the sake of including it like some bizarre signature that a serial killer might leave at a crime scene. I'm not referring to the Cuban rebellion mind you. That had a place in the story since it was integral to the setting and shaping of the character's worldview. However, your name is on the title page. No need to insert other war references as some "Nudge-nudge, wink-wink: I wrote this" when the references don't really add to the plot.
Furthermore, you clearly need to spend more time with women. I don't know, but were those page(s) long commentary inside the women's heads supposed to be insightful or in some way to show your ability to uncover the elusive female psyche? Ugh! Barf! Wretch! The females in this book and how your characters treat them is abhorrent. Are you capable of writing an interesting or sympathetic female character or do you prefer outright misogyny? Do you yourself view women as nothing more than whores to be beaten and cast aside with a shot of mind altering medication? One point I will concede: this book would be a delightful dissertation if done with the feminist perspective.
I am guessing that these characters quite possibly are real people, or rather, mash-ups of people you had occasion to observe over time while sitting in taverns and cafes. For that, I applaud you. I've done that exercise of eavesdropping and observing people interact when they think no one is watching. It can be a useful tool in the writing process. Did someone you met really drink straight vermouth...more than once? Blech.
Anyway, this is my gut reaction upon having finished To Have or Have Not. I must say having read some of your short fiction and now two of your novels, I think your gift is titles. You create excellent titles for your works. The works themselves though, I'd rather have not.
Sincerely,
Me
PS:
I find this terribly ironic.

Animal Pic

To sit in quiet contemplation as a frog on a gnarled piece of wood.
Allow your mind to wonder through many facets of life and world;
To realize that the world is not your problem to solve.
To understand that troubles will work themselves out--
As a pond's surface after a disturbance.
Not  yours only.
Your role is just to paddle through the pond.
Rest now and then upon accommodating pads.
Avoid the snakes or birds who seek to eat you.
Nurture yourself.
Live for yourself.
And croak.

The Super Short Story

I submitted an entry to a sci-fi website's contest for the shortest sci-fi story. Word limit of 6. This was my entry:

Run it again! Planets don't disappear.

New Moon, New Year, and a Goat

If you do not know, today is New Year's Day. It's also a New Moon. Furthermore, the moon is in Capricorn. Last month the moon was in Gemini. Now it's in Capricorn. No wonder I've been feeling a lot of confusing energy lately with those as my sun and moon signs.

Cosmological explanation aside, I have been feeling a lot of confusing and conflicting emotions that I simply have not known what to do with for a while. Since it is the New Year, I decided to do something I have not done in a long time: write my own ritual.

I must give credit where credit is due. I borrow heavily form Scott Cunningham in my design as he was the first and most influential mentor on my pagan path. However, I also studied D. J. Conway thanks to a gift from my hubby some moons ago. Her rituals are wonderful jumping off points, but I found them to be far too rigid and heavy with the dogma. I most definitely needed to scale back on some of what she offered. If I wanted that much "must do" and "recite that," I'd still be attending church at the Cathedral.

Anyway, with a New Year starting off under the effect of my Goat, I thought this would be a lovely way to reconnect and refresh. I had not previously written my own New Moon ritual nor am I a consistent New Moon practitioner, but it was needed. Some may think all religion is rubbish, and I tend to agree to a point. However, ritual has a place. Mine just involves more candles, incense, and drumming than some other rituals like how one brushes his or her teeth or how one gets ready to face the day.

I can tweak this ritual for any New Moon I want. I love that. I also loved taking the time to do a little personal research as well as a little inspired writing for my own purposes.

Here's to 2014: may it be a year of all that is good about this wild ride called life.

Cast circle

Call corners

Spirits of the northern realm, all those ruled by the element earth, I call you forth to witness and protect this circle. I ask you to banish all disruptions set in my body so that my journey remains unfettered.

Spirits of the eastern realm, all those ruled by the element air, I call you forth to witness and protect this circle. I ask you to banish all disruptions set in my mind so that my journey remains unfettered.

Spirits of the southern realm, all those ruled by the element fire, I call you forth to witness and protect this circle. I ask you to banish all disruptions set in my spirit so that my journey remains unfettered.

Spirits of the western realm, all those ruled by the element water I call you forth to witness and protect this circle. I ask you to banish all disruptions set in my emotions so that my journey remains unfettered.

Call the Lord and Lady

Darkened Goddess and God, hidden from light,

I invite you in this New Moon night.

Blessing

Earth, air, water, fire

Elements of universal sway,

I call on you to bless this way.

Take what's mine and bring it higher.

Lord of Sun and Lady of Moon,

Spirits of celestial wonder,

I call on you to bless this hunger,

Take what's mine and bring it in tune.

Make a list of all that is not working in my life. Ponder all change and actions that no longer serve my purpose. Hold the list over the flame in the cauldron and say:

As another year begins, under a Capricorn moon,

I summon all energies within and around me.

I call you forth in this circle as I release all that hinders and binds me.

Take them away, never to return.

Make a list of all that I want to draw into my life. Ponder all actions that renew and fulfill me. Hold them over the fire and say:

Begin this year, with surefooted guidance,

I call upon all energies within and around  me,

Lead me to compassion, love, contentment, and creativity.

Through the dark, let goodness and joy burn.

Simple Feast

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