Creation Calls

It's Leap Year. This will be the last post for February, I think. I need to do adjust some archive links and lists and update my playlist again. Maybe today. Maybe tomorrow.

Edited to add: I did update some things, including my playlist. See the column on the right for playlist and other various gadgets. I've plugged in a few links to random posts from the past. Or jump to March 2012 posts, or just enjoy the song. Your choice. :)

Door of Glass
Sedrick: Later On
Roused Dreamers & Raindancers
Draw Near
Know

Cosmic Memory

Anything said or done, creates a memory.

It's been asked, if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? The answer is yes. Every thing and every event creates vibratory energy. And therefore, the cosmos itself is witness to it.

I figure it is so with the events in The Garden of Eden, Before the fall. It was joyous perfection. A cosmic memory (as I like to think of it) was formed, and still exists, as a promise.


Past Our Past

it rises from the garden
of our mothers and our fathers
reaching the heights of infinite space
in expanding waves
in motion undisturbed
and unhindered

only remnants of ancient dust
can break the roundness of the circle
and slightly only
then as the chorus rises
in tongueless chant
like trumpets
with no need of breath
it is carried away
far beyond this place
even past our past

Rachelle LeCount
February 2012

Go to March 2012

My Child

A week from today, my youngest child and only son will be 23 years old. It's obvious he's not a 'child' anymore. He's a man. {sigh} Time does fly.








Susan Tedeschi
"Lord, Protect My Child"



For his age, he's wise, he's got his mother's eyes
There's gladness in his heart
He's young and he's wild, my only prayer is if I can't be there
Lord, oh Lord, protect my child

As his youth now unfolds, he is centuries old
Just to see him at play, oh, it makes me smile
No matter what happens to me, no matter what my destiny
Lord, oh Lord, protect my child

While the whole world is asleep, you can look at it and weep
Few things you find are worthwhile
And though I don't ask for much, no material things to touch
Lord, oh Lord, protect my child

He's young and on fire, full of hope and desire
In a world that's been raped, raped and defiled
If I fall along the way and can't see another day
Lord, oh Lord, protect my child
Lord, oh Lord, protect my child

There'll be a time I hear tell when all will be well
When God and man will be reconciled
But 'til men lose their chains and righteousness reigns
Lord, oh Lord, protect my child
Oh yes, Lord, protect my child
Oh Lord, protect my child

Old Journals & Music

I've been spending some time revisiting old journals. Some go as far back as my teens (15 &16), and continue on, somewhat sporadically, to the present.

The oldest ones in particular are quite interesting to me. There are common themes, running the course of the years. I even see in later journals things I had written when I was in my teens, but rewritten. And I may still rewrite some of them.

Anyway... here's a short one, written some time in my junior year, I think. It might have been when I lived in North Dakota. I don't know why I didn't date them. There is no way to know what the inspiration was, other than to assume it had something to do with "grass" (lol) The picture might have been taken several months after that little poem. That was my one and only "shag" hair cut. Not the best choice.

even the blade of grass
seems to draw me near
its face i cannot resist
curiosity pulls unbelievably
and it calls me closer... closer

Rachelle LeCount


As for music, at the time I was listening to a wide variety, and was quite influenced by various peers and boyfriends. Anything from Lynyrd Skynyrd to Yes to Ten Years After and Pink Floyd. I had so many favorites it would be difficult to choose between them but here are a couple, just the same.







As for the present, it's about 40 degrees right now. The high today is supposed to be in the mid 50s. It'll be one of the cooler days we've had this winter. IF you can even call what we've had "winter" I've already run errands. I've started chili for tonight and we'll just have some crackers with it I think. My essential oil warmer is on and I put a few drops of peppermint and rosemary in it. Nice combination, I must say. Now it's about time for me to shower and then I want to spend some time in the new hobby room getting the old computer tweaked and adjusted and load some music on it. So... on with the day!!!

The Ground Did Drink

i resolve that I will not speak again
of the jig under the stars or the falling rain
or the ponies eating daisies

the cup that contained them all
has been shattered
and the contents spilt out on parched ground
and the ground did drink them up

Rachelle LeCount
(revised)

Mark Lanegan

Mark Lanegan is an American alternative rock musician and singer-songwriter. He began his musical career in 1985, forming the Grunge Band Screaming Trees with Gary Lee Conner, Van Conner and Mark Pickerel. During his time in the band, Lanegan also started a low-key solo career and released his first solo studio album, The Winding Sheet, in 1990. Since 1990, he has released a further six studio albums and has received critical recognition and moderate commercial success. [ source ]

I've updated my playlist to include a few of his songs. He's become one of my new favorites. This is from his 2004 release, "Bubblegum"



Can you stay here next to me?
We'll just keep drivin'
Because of you I see a light
The Buick's a Century, a '73 like you
Some strange religion
I get my hands on some money momma, and a shot in the night
Stared down the past and just scarred my eyes
Now I know there's no easy ride
She's been the kind who would take it in stride
Some jack of diamonds kicked her heart around
Did they know they were walking on holy ground?
Almost called it a day so many times
Didn't know what it felt like to be alive
'Til you been a friend to me, like nobody else could be
Keep my hands on the wheel now momma
Gonna honestly try
She looked past the scars and the burned out eyes
You could see I'm no easy ride
She's just the kind who might get you to buy
Some strange religion
This jack of diamonds kicked her heart around
Shoulda known they were walking on holy ground
This life might eventually just be the end of me, will I still be with you
There's a Gideon next to me, just keep driving
Cause of you I been alive
And this Buick's a Century, '73 like you
Some strange religion
The Buick's a Century, '73 like you
Some strange religion

Anthony de Mello Quotes

Anthony de Mello (4 September 1931 - 2 June 1987) was a Jesuit priest, psychotherapist and writer who became widely known for his books on spirituality.

Some of his more popular quotes:

The genius of a composer is found in the notes of his music; but analyzing the notes will not reveal his genius. The poet's greatness is contained in his words; yet the study of his words will not disclose his inspiration. God reveals himself in creation; but scrutinize creation as minutely as you wish, you will not find God, any more than you will find the soul through careful examination of your body.

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This is what Wisdom means: To be changed without the slightest effort on your part, to be transformed, believe it or not, merely by waking to the reality that is not words, that lies beyond the reach of words. If you are fortunate enough to be Awakened thus, you will know why the finest language is the one that is not spoken, the finest action is the one that is not done and the finest change is the one that is not willed.

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The disciples were absorbed in a discussion of Lao-tzu's dictum:
Those who know do not say; Those who say do not know.
When the master entered, they asked him what the words meant.

Said the master, "Which of you knows the fragrance of a rose?"

All of them indicated that they knew.

Then he said, "put it into words."

All of them were silent.

No Rain & Kindle

I was pleasantly surprised recently when Hubby gave me a Kindle Fire for our anniversary. It's definitely not something I would have thought of buying for myself. I had no idea it did so many things. (Side note: Angry Birds is definitely addictive)

I am enjoying it very much so far, and have been going through my MP3 music files; selecting favorites and copying them to a folder so I can transfer them to the Kindle. (Which reminds me that it's about time to update my playlist again)

When I got to this song it struck me as a nice one to share. It's one of my favorite Blind Melon tunes. I figure most music fans have heard it. I might be somewhat of a B-side kinda gal, and this is definitely A-side, but it's a great song and I love the lyrics.

"No Rain"




2008 Posts with Videos

The Bustling Blind

you bustling world
how completely aloof
you who require canes
to navigate the pathways

no not even that
for to move as the blind
you first must know
that you cannot see

more than this
and more than deaf
for there is no music
no beat of the drum
to time your steps
not in your world

you are ever unaware
that you miss a thing


Rachelle LeCount
Feb 13 2012

The River

A beautiful yet somewhat haunting song by Dan Fogelberg



I was born by a river rolling past a town
Given no direction...just told to keep my head down
As I took my position, a man fired a gun
I was so steeped in tradition I could not run
I was raised by a river weaned upon the sky
And in the mirror of the waters I saw myself learn to cry
As the tears hit the surface I saw what had been done
I gave feet to my freedom and I did run
Someday later I saw the writing in the dust
It told me how I should travel
It told me who I was
I ran far from the river...far as I could see
And as the sun hit my shoulders, I felt it burning me
How I longed for the waters as the fire raged
How I longed for the river as I aged
I will die by a river as it rolls away
Bury me in the nighttime...do not waste the day
High above the waters that roll on to the sea
All the angels in heaven will laugh at me
They will laugh at me....they will laugh at me
They will laugh at me
My life was naught but a river rolling through my brain
Made of so many teardrops...made of so much pain


Other posts that include Fogelberg: Here

Youtube links to a few Dan Fogelberg tunes:

To the Morning
Scarecrow's Dream
Run for the Roses
Souvenirs
Since You've Asked

Easy to Do

An excerpt from this morning's journal entry.

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it was a simple task at the time
dividing clouds with beams of light
that shot from our finger tips
or to be the first to set foot
on that far globe near the warm wet cave
where there was no need of slats and boards
in order to glide through air
or float atop waves and ride tides
so easy a thing it was
to connect the stars like dots
that only spirits ever see
yet more difficult to remember
since it was all before we were born

Rachelle LeCount


Moments of Choice
Barring the Way
Outside the Window

Head Lumps & Coconuts

I've been reading from the book "The Song of the Bird" by Anthony de Mello. There's a short story about a man and a monkey. The monkey threw a coconut from a tree and hit the man on the head to taunt him. But the man took the coconut and drank the milk, ate the meat and from the rest, made a bowl.

I personally would like to thank all the monkeys who threw coconuts from the trees I've walked under thus far in my life.

I may have received a few lumps on the head. And some I probably deserved. Nonetheless, I've managed to have something to drink and something to eat and I have accumulated a good many bowls.

So, Thanks for the coconuts.

Signed,
Rachelle

P.S.

I suppose I should also confess that I, myself, am sometimes the monkey. I freely admit it.

To those at whom I personally have hurled the occasional coconut.... You're welcome.

:)

Dream Reality

Thoughts and visions during the night; sights and sounds in slumber. These supposed imaginings and horrors- why do we call them dreams? In doing so, have we made them less real? Do we diminish their significance in considering them mere involuntary manifestations?

I often wonder if indeed they are vibratory remnants of cosmic memories, having more substance than we care to permit ourselves to accept.

Upon waking, they are already imprinted in our own memory. Their existence is real and actual, even should they be only visual representations of unconscious thoughts and ideas.


Rachelle LeCount

[I may be reworking this at a later date, as is sometimes the case. Or perhaps adding to it later. Maybe. We'll see.]






I'll close this post with some thoughts from Evelyn Underhill (I love reading her).


“All men, at one time or another, have fallen in love with the veiled Isis whom they call Truth. With most, this has been a passing passion: they have early seen its hopelessness and turned to more practical things. But others remain all their lives the devout lovers of reality: though the manner of their love, the vision which they make to themselves of the beloved object varies enormously. Some see Truth as Dante saw Beatrice: an adorable yet intangible figure, found in this world yet revealing the next. To others she seems rather an evil but an irresistible enchantress: enticing, demanding payment and betraying her lover at the last. Some have seen her in a test tube, and some in a poet’s dream: some before the altar, others in the slime. The extreme pragmatists have even sought her in the kitchen; declaring that she may best be recognized by her utility. Last stage of all, the philosophic sceptic has comforted an unsuccessful courtship by assuring himself that his mistress is not really there.”

- Evelyn Underhill, Mysticism

Other posts:
Pegs & Holes
Wishing for Sidewalks

Dust Bowl

Joe Bonamassa... what can I say. He's an excellent guitarist and blues artist. His "Dust Bown" release of March 2011 is pretty good. I don't think I've posted any tunes from that album yet. Excellent stuff.

Take me away, Joe... :)

"The Last Matador of Bayonne"
(track 7)





"Pioneer"
(track 12)





So... I wonder what was I up to this time last year?
February 2011 posts

Or 2 years ago?
February 2010 posts

How about 3 years ago? Just for the heck of it.
February 2009 posts

Now. On with my day. It's going to be a long one.

Secrets at Dawn

This morning I feel like sharing a poem by Rumi. It was one of the first of his poems that I read many years ago. It's short but sweet and deep. Or at least, to me it is.

---------------------------------------------------

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.

Don't go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.

Don't go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill

where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.

Don't go back to sleep.

From Essential Rumi

Crafts & Things

So far, for the most part, this blog has just been a place to periodically share things I've written over the years, or things I've rewritten from old ideas, along with the occasional reporting of vacation escapades or note here and there on different topics that have my interest on a given day. However, I might consider sharing more of my journeys as I try new projects.

Right now I'm attempting to learn to knit on a loom. It's not quite as simple as making a rug. And I have little-to-no previous knitting experience in the traditional sense. But the loom knitting looks like it might be fun and a change from having to sit at the sewing machine or at a table.

I recently became interested in a site called Pinterest. There are tons of ideas for all types of craft and sewing projects, techniques, gift making ideas and even recipes.

I do plan to try some of the things I've seen and 'pinned' to my 'boards.

We'll see how it all goes.

Here's a very nice article on natural ways to get rid of pests. Or at least discourage them. From moles to deer to snails. Lots of helpful solutions for the yard and garden.

35 Pest and Disease Remedies
by Sharon Lovejoy

Another Rug

I finally finished my 2nd rug project. I got a lot of satisfaction out of making this. However, the next time, I'll know to make my beginning chain a lot longer, as I was going for something more oblong.
















You can see part of my braided rug project HERE