This goes along with something I posted a few days ago.
[Words of My Heart]
What are words anyway, if they are not abstract in themselves? For this they are.
My words, to the analytical mind, are not impossible to understand. The meaning is hidden in plain sight. Yet not hidden. They are seen by the eyes of the soul and heard with the ears of the heart. The reason for this, is because that is the place from which they arise. It is their true home.
So, as we ourselves might understand the term 'earth bound misfit', this is also true of the stirrings within my heart and spirit. Their aches and pains. Their triumphs and pleasures.
If my spirit is of another place and time, why not so with the words of that spirit that is within me. Or no... not within me, but that which I am?
Rachelle LeCount
January 2012
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Sunday, January 22, 2012
Pregnant Onion & Ginseng Root
I was showing a friend some snapshots of a few of my favorite houseplants and figured I'd post a few here.
The above is Ginseng Root. I'm supposing it's a sort of miniature or bonsai, but I'm not entirely sure. I found it at Walmart, nearly dead, marked down to around a dollar. Or it might have been less. I put it in a fresh pot of soil and nursed it back to health. I think it's pretty cool.
This next shot if of a very old Pregnant Onion. There are two in the picture but one (the larger of the two) was part of a potted arrangement of mixed succulents from something like 15-16 years ago. Or more. A long time anyway. It almost died on several occasions but I managed to revive it and finally one of its babies took root and has been growing alongside it.
I'm definitely no expert when it comes to houseplants but I do very much enjoy having them around. I've never quite felt like home is home without some houseplants and at least one of something living in water - fish or turtles.
Now, I'll share a song by Dan Fogelberg. It doesn't have to do with houseplants in a direct sort of way but it's a tender song about the earth and living creatures.
"A Cry in the Forest"
(About Mother Earth and all of it's gentle creatures)
There`s a cry in the forest, it`s feathered and brown
And it echoes off of nothing as the trees come down
It`s the sound of a sparrow hittin` the ground
It`s the sound of one eternity bound
It`s the sound of one eternity bound
There`s a cry in the oceans, it`s plaintive and blue
And it rises from the depths, breaks my heart in two
It`s the dreams of the great whales running aground
For they know that they`re eternity bound
For they know that they`re eternity bound
Whoa eternity bound
Once they`ve passed into the timeless, they can never more be found
Is there anybody listening, tell me can you hear the sound
Of the gentle ones eternity bound
Of the gentle ones eternity bound
There`s a cry in the heart of every woman and man
We`ve been crying in the darkness since the world began
Will we ever seek forgiveness, will we ever earn the crown
Or are we in turn eternity bound
Or are we in turn eternity bound
Whoa eternity bound
Once we`ve past into the timeless, we can never more be found
Is there anybody listening, tell me can you hear the sound
Of the lonely ones eternity bound
Of the lonely ones eternity bound
Of the lonely ones eternity bound
The above is Ginseng Root. I'm supposing it's a sort of miniature or bonsai, but I'm not entirely sure. I found it at Walmart, nearly dead, marked down to around a dollar. Or it might have been less. I put it in a fresh pot of soil and nursed it back to health. I think it's pretty cool.
This next shot if of a very old Pregnant Onion. There are two in the picture but one (the larger of the two) was part of a potted arrangement of mixed succulents from something like 15-16 years ago. Or more. A long time anyway. It almost died on several occasions but I managed to revive it and finally one of its babies took root and has been growing alongside it.
I'm definitely no expert when it comes to houseplants but I do very much enjoy having them around. I've never quite felt like home is home without some houseplants and at least one of something living in water - fish or turtles.
Now, I'll share a song by Dan Fogelberg. It doesn't have to do with houseplants in a direct sort of way but it's a tender song about the earth and living creatures.
"A Cry in the Forest"
(About Mother Earth and all of it's gentle creatures)
There`s a cry in the forest, it`s feathered and brown
And it echoes off of nothing as the trees come down
It`s the sound of a sparrow hittin` the ground
It`s the sound of one eternity bound
It`s the sound of one eternity bound
There`s a cry in the oceans, it`s plaintive and blue
And it rises from the depths, breaks my heart in two
It`s the dreams of the great whales running aground
For they know that they`re eternity bound
For they know that they`re eternity bound
Whoa eternity bound
Once they`ve passed into the timeless, they can never more be found
Is there anybody listening, tell me can you hear the sound
Of the gentle ones eternity bound
Of the gentle ones eternity bound
There`s a cry in the heart of every woman and man
We`ve been crying in the darkness since the world began
Will we ever seek forgiveness, will we ever earn the crown
Or are we in turn eternity bound
Or are we in turn eternity bound
Whoa eternity bound
Once we`ve past into the timeless, we can never more be found
Is there anybody listening, tell me can you hear the sound
Of the lonely ones eternity bound
Of the lonely ones eternity bound
Of the lonely ones eternity bound
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
The Words of My Heart
The words of my heart, are droplets that fall upon linen.
They are the tears of rainbows and the twinkling eyes of the stars.
They are splashes of pleas and dotted lines that connect my soul with eternity.
They are love, splattered across a canvas wall.
They are questions that melt like wax crayons heated by the sun.
They are photographs, framed slightly askew.
They are as a cork released from the bottle it seals.
They are the colors of an artists pallet, swirled together, not yet one.
They are the chiseling of the sculptor, revealing what is hidden beneath.
They are the scents in a garden of many flowers.
They are blood and breath. They are water against stone.
These are the words of my heart.
Rachelle LeCount
January 16, 2012
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Sunday, January 8, 2012
Braided Rug Project
I decided to teach myself how to make a hand braided rag rug. Here it is so far. I still have a good bit to go, but it's looking nice for a first try.
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Sunday, December 18, 2011
Beware of Maya
Music should never be listened to with the ears only. You have to feel it with your spirit and take it into your heart. Carlos Santana once said some songs are like tattoos. Once you hear them they're a part of you.
This is nice song. Nice music. Gentle and slow. The lyrics are good too. But do you know what they mean? That's the question.
Written by George Harrison. Also popularized by Leon Russell. Here's Clapton's version.
There's a line in the song "Beware of Maya"
Maya has multiple meanings and is believed by some to be good and necessary. By others Maya is believed to keep us bound to an illusion and to earth, keeping us from fully awakening to the universe. That it represents the purely physical and mental reality in which our conscious selves have become entangled.
Just some food for thought, if you're so inclined.
This is nice song. Nice music. Gentle and slow. The lyrics are good too. But do you know what they mean? That's the question.
Written by George Harrison. Also popularized by Leon Russell. Here's Clapton's version.
There's a line in the song "Beware of Maya"
Maya has multiple meanings and is believed by some to be good and necessary. By others Maya is believed to keep us bound to an illusion and to earth, keeping us from fully awakening to the universe. That it represents the purely physical and mental reality in which our conscious selves have become entangled.
Just some food for thought, if you're so inclined.
Juxtapositions
There are so many things to say, yet I lack the ability (or perhaps it's the fortitude) to express them. Somewhere along the line, it seems the confidence to communicate the assorted thoughts and dispositions has all been diminished. A considerably afflicting state in which and with which to exist. One for which I have yet to find clear recourse or remedy.
To grant the freedom to speak as one will is a simple matter when one does not directly experience the resulting dejection, rejection or vacant response, nor suffers from the same affective vulnerabilities.
Against all that, there is the question of what thoughts to make known - which sentiments to reveal? Lamentations and jubilation, indignation and appeals all abound. They collide and mix in a swirling pools, as one has spilling liquid color in meandering stream. Red into yellow, blue into green, spinning themselves into shades of gold and aqua and purple. How can one distinguish the point at which one begins and the other ends? A mingling of emotions. The breaking apart and piecing together of heart and mind, body and soul.
Hope and despondency, expectancy and cold reality. It's an issue of juxtaposition. It creates a disarray that, as a result, produces and induces yet more to be spoken that, in turn, cannot be spoken. But I digress, so it seems the very matter which I strive to approach will have to wait for another day.
By Rachelle LeCount
Written some time ago
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To grant the freedom to speak as one will is a simple matter when one does not directly experience the resulting dejection, rejection or vacant response, nor suffers from the same affective vulnerabilities.
Against all that, there is the question of what thoughts to make known - which sentiments to reveal? Lamentations and jubilation, indignation and appeals all abound. They collide and mix in a swirling pools, as one has spilling liquid color in meandering stream. Red into yellow, blue into green, spinning themselves into shades of gold and aqua and purple. How can one distinguish the point at which one begins and the other ends? A mingling of emotions. The breaking apart and piecing together of heart and mind, body and soul.
Hope and despondency, expectancy and cold reality. It's an issue of juxtaposition. It creates a disarray that, as a result, produces and induces yet more to be spoken that, in turn, cannot be spoken. But I digress, so it seems the very matter which I strive to approach will have to wait for another day.
By Rachelle LeCount
Written some time ago
Other entries you might like: March 2009
Saturday, December 17, 2011
The Wizard
Wow. I hadn't listened to this song in a long time. Reminds me of those years a long long time ago. Good stuff. I saw them live once, by the way. Great times.
Uriah Heep
The Wizard
He was the wizard
Of a thousand kings
And I chanced to meet him
One night wandering
He told me tales
And he drank my wine
Me and my magic man
Kinda feeling fine
He had a cloak of gold
And eyes of fire
And as he spoke
I felt a deep desire
To free the world
Of its fear and pain
And help the people
To feel free again
Why don't we listen to
The voices in our hearts
‘Cause then I know we'd find
We're not so far apart
Everybody's got to be happy
Everyone should sing
For we know the joy of life
The peace that love can bring
So spoke the wizard
In his mountain home
The vision of his wisdom
Means we'll never be alone
And I will dream of my magic night
And a million silver stars
That guide me with their light
Uriah Heep
The Wizard
He was the wizard
Of a thousand kings
And I chanced to meet him
One night wandering
He told me tales
And he drank my wine
Me and my magic man
Kinda feeling fine
He had a cloak of gold
And eyes of fire
And as he spoke
I felt a deep desire
To free the world
Of its fear and pain
And help the people
To feel free again
Why don't we listen to
The voices in our hearts
‘Cause then I know we'd find
We're not so far apart
Everybody's got to be happy
Everyone should sing
For we know the joy of life
The peace that love can bring
So spoke the wizard
In his mountain home
The vision of his wisdom
Means we'll never be alone
And I will dream of my magic night
And a million silver stars
That guide me with their light
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Septarian Nodule
I never got around to posting a picture of this back during the summer. It's a pretty piece I purchased at Zuzu's Petals Rock Shop, in Helen GA. I keep thinking I should make a day trip up there soon. It's off season but that doesn't matter I don't think.
This one is roughly 7 inches by 8 inches.
Septarian's formed between 50 to 70 million years ago. As a result of volcanic eruptions, dead sea life was chemically attracted to the sediment around them, forming mud balls. As the ocean receded, the balls dried and cracked. Due to their bentonite content they also shrank in size, creating the cracks inside. As decomposed shells seeped down into the cracks in the mud balls, calcite crystals formed. The outer thin walls of calcite then transformed into aragonite. The name Septarian comes from the Latin word "septem", meaning seven, because the mud balls had a tendency to crack in 7 points in every direction, thereby creating the distinctive pattern these nodules exhibit. Septarians are composed of Calcite (The Yellow Centers), Aragonite (The Brown Lines), and the outer grey rock is Limestone.
You can read more about them HERE and HERE.
This one is roughly 7 inches by 8 inches.
Septarian's formed between 50 to 70 million years ago. As a result of volcanic eruptions, dead sea life was chemically attracted to the sediment around them, forming mud balls. As the ocean receded, the balls dried and cracked. Due to their bentonite content they also shrank in size, creating the cracks inside. As decomposed shells seeped down into the cracks in the mud balls, calcite crystals formed. The outer thin walls of calcite then transformed into aragonite. The name Septarian comes from the Latin word "septem", meaning seven, because the mud balls had a tendency to crack in 7 points in every direction, thereby creating the distinctive pattern these nodules exhibit. Septarians are composed of Calcite (The Yellow Centers), Aragonite (The Brown Lines), and the outer grey rock is Limestone.
You can read more about them HERE and HERE.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Put Your Lights On
"Put Your Lights On"
Carlos Santana
Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you lovers
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you killers
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you children
Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on
Cause there's a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear
There's an angel, with a hand on my head
She say I've got nothing to fear
There's a darkness living deep in my soul
I still got a purpose to serve
So let your light shine, deep into my home
God, don't let me lose my nerve
Don't let me lose my nerve
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
Wo oh hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you children
Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on
Because there's a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear
There's an angel, with a hand on my head
She say's I've got nothing to fear
She says: La illaha illa Allah
We all shine like stars
She says: La illaha illa Allah
We all shine like stars
Then we fade away
Carlos Santana
Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you lovers
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you killers
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you children
Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on
Cause there's a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear
There's an angel, with a hand on my head
She say I've got nothing to fear
There's a darkness living deep in my soul
I still got a purpose to serve
So let your light shine, deep into my home
God, don't let me lose my nerve
Don't let me lose my nerve
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
Wo oh hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you children
Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on
Because there's a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear
There's an angel, with a hand on my head
She say's I've got nothing to fear
She says: La illaha illa Allah
We all shine like stars
She says: La illaha illa Allah
We all shine like stars
Then we fade away
The works of Rumi have held special meaning for me since I first read some of his poetry many years ago. Of course there's always the question of whether he's speaking of romantic love or divine love and spiritual matters and our connection to God and the spiritual realm. I say it's both and fittingly so.
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When the sweet glance of my true love caught my eyes,
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When the sweet glance of my true love caught my eyes,
Like alchemy, it transformed my copper-like soul.
I searched for Him with a thousand hands,
He stretched out His arms and clutched my feet.
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along.
From Essential Rumi
Love is from the infinite, and will remain until eternity.
The seeker of love escapes the chains of birth and death.
Tomorrow, when resurrection comes,
The heart that is not in love will fail the test.
When you find yourself with the Beloved, embracing for one breath,
In that moment you will find your true destiny.
Alas, don't spoil this precious moment
Moments like this are very, very rare.
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Sunday, November 27, 2011
The Two
when i discovery the two
i could not help but feel the intensity
it was round a campfire
where songs were sung by which i was muted
in awe of these strangers singing my story
the ones who never knew me
yet with unequaled harmony recalled my life
my ears and heart hung on every breath
an awkward moment tossed in
mercy, they said, mercy
it was an unforgiving honesty
i heard behind the tune
i stared into the core of my self
fascinated and fixated i listened
losses and crosses and strange circles
queens and kings mounting stairs
leading to towers and trees by the roadside
on the way to revelations
do you see them
arms open like shutters flung
releasing what would otherwise suffocate
it is the motion that lifts
emotions that carry
burning and burying
reaping and keeping
bare feet touch not the ground
clouded and crowded
the internal fight and the flight
they bring it all into focus
yet no one else can see
no one else can hear the same words
i wish i had said it myself
but then i might have missed the point
year upon year
they are always with me
is it they that conform or only myself
or is it merely dictated circumstance
the chance of romance or simply self fulfilling
was it from before or what was to come
and still today i am fixed on the memory
around the fire where bare feet leave traces of light
and i remain mute even now
in wonderment of the ones who never knew me
yet with unequaled harmony could recall my secrets
my heart hung on their breath
mercy, they cried, mercy
it is an unforgiving honesty
that flings open the shutters with a force that shivers
to the depths of my understanding
and i ask, do you see my heart wide open
Rachelle LeCount
11-2011
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Entries from January '09
i could not help but feel the intensity
it was round a campfire
where songs were sung by which i was muted
in awe of these strangers singing my story
the ones who never knew me
yet with unequaled harmony recalled my life
my ears and heart hung on every breath
an awkward moment tossed in
mercy, they said, mercy
it was an unforgiving honesty
i heard behind the tune
i stared into the core of my self
fascinated and fixated i listened
losses and crosses and strange circles
queens and kings mounting stairs
leading to towers and trees by the roadside
on the way to revelations
do you see them
arms open like shutters flung
releasing what would otherwise suffocate
it is the motion that lifts
emotions that carry
burning and burying
reaping and keeping
bare feet touch not the ground
clouded and crowded
the internal fight and the flight
they bring it all into focus
yet no one else can see
no one else can hear the same words
i wish i had said it myself
but then i might have missed the point
year upon year
they are always with me
is it they that conform or only myself
or is it merely dictated circumstance
the chance of romance or simply self fulfilling
was it from before or what was to come
and still today i am fixed on the memory
around the fire where bare feet leave traces of light
and i remain mute even now
in wonderment of the ones who never knew me
yet with unequaled harmony could recall my secrets
my heart hung on their breath
mercy, they cried, mercy
it is an unforgiving honesty
that flings open the shutters with a force that shivers
to the depths of my understanding
and i ask, do you see my heart wide open
Rachelle LeCount
11-2011
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Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Bad
"Bad" by U2
If you twist and turn away
If you tear yourself in two again
If I could, yes I would
If I could, I would
Let it go
Surrender
Dislocate
If I could throw this
Lifeless lifeline to the wind
Leave this heart of clay
See you break, break away
Into the night
Through the rain
Into the half-light
Through the flame
If I could through myself
Set your spirit free
I'd lead your heart away
See you break, break away
Into the light
And to the day
Oooh oooh, oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh...
To let it go! And so fade away
To let it go!
And so fade away
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping, oh no, no, no
If you should ask then maybe they'd
Tell you what I would say
True colors fly in blue and black
Blue silken sky and burning flag
Colors crash, collide in blood shot eyes
Oooh oooh, oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh...
If I could, you know I would
If I could, I would
Let it go
This desparation
Dislocation
Separation
Condemnation
Revelation
In temptation
Isolation
Desolation
Isolation
Let it go
And so fade away
To let it go, oh yeah
And so fade away
To let it go, oh No
And so fade away
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping oh no no
If you twist and turn away
If you tear yourself in two again
If I could, yes I would
If I could, I would
Let it go
Surrender
Dislocate
If I could throw this
Lifeless lifeline to the wind
Leave this heart of clay
See you break, break away
Into the night
Through the rain
Into the half-light
Through the flame
If I could through myself
Set your spirit free
I'd lead your heart away
See you break, break away
Into the light
And to the day
Oooh oooh, oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh...
To let it go! And so fade away
To let it go!
And so fade away
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping, oh no, no, no
If you should ask then maybe they'd
Tell you what I would say
True colors fly in blue and black
Blue silken sky and burning flag
Colors crash, collide in blood shot eyes
Oooh oooh, oooh oooh, oooh oooh oooh...
If I could, you know I would
If I could, I would
Let it go
This desparation
Dislocation
Separation
Condemnation
Revelation
In temptation
Isolation
Desolation
Isolation
Let it go
And so fade away
To let it go, oh yeah
And so fade away
To let it go, oh No
And so fade away
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping oh no no
The Week
We got a lot done this last week but it barely put a dent in things. Nonetheless, it was progress.
I had appointments and errands today and have more tomorrow. Thursday we'll go visit family for a Thanksgiving meal.
I've been rocking a lot of music lately. Well... not that I don't listen to music every day but at times I'm IN it more than other times.
I'm thinking this is a boring post. I think I'm better in the mornings.
Oh well....
I had appointments and errands today and have more tomorrow. Thursday we'll go visit family for a Thanksgiving meal.
I've been rocking a lot of music lately. Well... not that I don't listen to music every day but at times I'm IN it more than other times.
I'm thinking this is a boring post. I think I'm better in the mornings.
Oh well....
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Ain't Nothin' Like Losin'
i knew a little boy who drowned one day
way back in the eighties
out with his parents on the lake
at one of those quarries
and it dawned on me, the way they say
there just ain't nothin' like losin'
what you can't live without
so they built themselves a picket wall
but never cared to fill it
with anything worth much at all
i guess they up and quit
maybe they were scared of another fall
cause there ain't nothin' like choosin'
what you can't live without
how those losses
they toss us
and they bring us back home
but we build fences
dig trenches
too scared to roam
outside where losses
they toss us
i was thinkin' of the boy who drowned back then
years ago when i was young
and i started thinkin' how time and again
we're robbed and flung
down, and ain't nothin' like losin'
what you can't live without
it's those losses
that toss us
but they bring us back home
where we build fences
dig trenches
and stay scared to roam
where there are losses
that toss us
- Rachelle LeCount
[based on a true story]
way back in the eighties
out with his parents on the lake
at one of those quarries
and it dawned on me, the way they say
there just ain't nothin' like losin'
what you can't live without
so they built themselves a picket wall
but never cared to fill it
with anything worth much at all
i guess they up and quit
maybe they were scared of another fall
cause there ain't nothin' like choosin'
what you can't live without
how those losses
they toss us
and they bring us back home
but we build fences
dig trenches
too scared to roam
outside where losses
they toss us
i was thinkin' of the boy who drowned back then
years ago when i was young
and i started thinkin' how time and again
we're robbed and flung
down, and ain't nothin' like losin'
what you can't live without
it's those losses
that toss us
but they bring us back home
where we build fences
dig trenches
and stay scared to roam
where there are losses
that toss us
- Rachelle LeCount
[based on a true story]
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