Uummannaq, North Greenland by _Zinni_ on Flickr.
We lose soul when we make the choice to give up on our big dreams, when we refuse to make that creative leap of faith or to trust ourselves to love. When we wimp out on the larger life, a part of our soul may withdraw its energy and magic.
She said, “You know who has come.”
My heart flew up in joy and placed a ladder at the intellect’s edge.
It rushed up to the roof in its love…
Suddenly from the housetop it saw a world beyond our world,
an ocean in a jug, a heaven in a speck of dust.
Upon the roof sat a king wearing the clothes of a watchman…
His image travels from breast to breast explaining the Sultan of the heart
Far Islands
Cabot Trail, Cape Breton (home/where I will one day live)
(adj.) Of or relating to sacred rites.
(n.) The 5 vertebral bones situated between the lumbar vertebrae and the coccyx (the lowest segment of the vertebral column). The 5 sacral vertebrae are represented by the symbols S1 through S5. There are correspondingly 5 sacral nerves. The sacral vertebrae are normally fused to form the sacrum.
It’s not a question of right or wrong. It’s about what makes life possible.
The notion that something is lost in translation has become complemented by the idea that something else is created in the progress that inhabits the so called third space.
Tony Conrad, Ten Years Alive On the Infinite Plane
Untranslatable Song
“Everyone needs one untranslatable song.”
——JuarrozOn hearing the striped contralto of guinea fowl,
its mock opera quivers the parsley atop its head—The song makes its imprint
in the air, making itself felt,
a felt world. Here, there,
the stunned silence
of knowing I will not remember
what I heard;futures
that will never happen,
a fluidity we cannot achieve
except as a child
creating possibility.This is the untranslatable song
hidden in the earth.
DREAMTIME: SEPT 2010
I’m going through my dream archives, and came across this dream I had in September of 2010 — exactly a year before I injured my left hip, which has been quite a spiritual journey.
The healer of whatever-world-I-was-in proceeded to x-ray me. But it wasn’t an x-ray, like I thought. It was a device used to monitor one’s energy flow. The image of your body looked like clouds, with certain areas whiter, and others clearer. According to my scan, I was told that everywhere was clear, which is a good thing, except for my left hip. “Something amazing is going on there,” the healer said. “You have this history of being broken-hearted, but all that’s leaving now because you’re falling in love in a way that only happens to one in a million people.”
GENTLE WONDER
Don’t forget that you’re alive. Don’t forget that you’re a beautiful wonder that needs to be here, every moment. Don’t forget that you deserve the best. Don’t forget that there is always outer space and ocean depths and, even, earth cores in you.
Evelyn Glennie is a beautiful spirit that the whole world needs to hear.
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