Bells for change and goodness (tolling for vigilance)

Lovely Anna, with gentle images & wise words, you would know this since you are one of the vigilant, probably most artists are I suspect... Ahh yes, chuckle... I love currants, it's probably Freudian at some level, how I love to imerse my hedonistic bent to the fruits of pleasure, I discovered the delightful small grapes that become currants with the passing of time, without intervention, mmm, yum. (I had to chuckle aloud since I read the last line here & pondered for a fraction of a second where you were heading since it's usually where I find a wonderful quote, I had an image of such a happy (free) luscious berry!!!) Thank you indeed for your vigilant eye, & may the year see you immersed in pleasure, goodness & a peaceful fulfilment. I thought of you when I received a lovely calender of Rumi quotes for this year's contemplation, & Raven too since I read a lovely offering to you from her recently in my inbox. Cheers Anni~ "To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." ~William Shakespeare, Hamlet.

Theo, I love the way you contemplate & reflect my work, it gives me such a sense of depth in your perceptions & it's so valuable to see these other facets & flavours you add with your feedback, it is indeed a pleasure & a contribution & I thank you, I long for more time to spend here exploring these things with such wonderful companions. Yes I feel what you mean about the operatic quality though I feel less than worthy of the scope it would take to evoke such a sense, there is a bud of it. I love theatre for it's offering of such immense sensation on so many levels of skill & sensitivity, whether it be street theatre or opera, or even commedy at times. As for the wandering from room to room, I guess I am a born meanderer, I worry sometimes that it might get confusing in my writing so I am glad I didn't lose you, you seem to have been able to follow the transitions beautifully, with the dance I felt as I wrote it in your reflection here. Your last line has my eyes brimming almost, that is such a beautiful way to put it & I feel so comforted by your understanding (am just reading "Stranger in a strange land" again, I read & loved it as a teenager - strongly leaning into the (less popular in those days) hippy world, I love much of it for the way it did & still does challenge the status quo, by showing how absurd we can be as "civilised creatures, but this time find the constant references to the male/female roles in exagerated cliche promiscuous peachiness a little harder to digest... but that aside I wanted to suggest you had "grocked" the intent of the poem!... & that somehow I feel we would be water brothers in that fictitious circumstance) Hope your year is unfolding beautifully, lovey to see you here as always xx Cheers Anni~ "To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." ~William Shakespeare, Hamlet.

Dearest Dale, how generous you always are with me (& others I know, it's lovely & commendable), you are such a comfort & I always feel you are so willing to add sweet support anywhere you turn up. I was a little sorrowful, perhaps melancholy even when I began writing (as always I just let it run, that's how it is with me, like an improvised dance with very little self conscious address, though I suspect I actually need to develop more vigilance (heh!) in the process, I have always been an improviser, rehearsal & learing lines just end up giving me more scope to improvise within I'm afraid, but life has worked so well this way until now so I feel blessed. But you must have this skill yourself from what I read, even just in terms of your comments. Dear Dale, I have no doubt at all that you could call a Selky from the depths with your gentle intentions, but don't fret, I am a woman of the moment in terms of my writing & I recover rapidly (as you note here), often I go to the page for comfort & have learned to work my way back you a more comfortable state by the end of the page, I just write through the transition, looking always for the place I must take responsibility & catching myself if I go to blame or negativity, there are occassions when for the sake of the art I let things through, but the WORD is such a potent lantern, I do try to avoid encouraging it to lead me into shadows too heavy & dark to dwell in too long, again I sense we are in harmony in that regard. & you are so right, I am so blessed with loving folk in my life if they knew I was lonely they'd be imediately offering support, but I think it is not bad for us to feel this occassionally if we don't wallow in it, it seems to be a hidden constant in us somewhere, look at all the poems of loneliness... I think it is more commonly a sense of missing something in particular than actual loneliness... I remember realising MANY years ago that I was rarely lonely when alone, it was more often when I was with others who I did not resonate with if at all, but usually for me it is a part of a sorting process & I come to a way of addressing it fairly rapidly, I know too well how short life is to waste it in a state less than pleasant. Heh... blah blah... lovely to spend some time on you Dale, you are precious & I feel spoilt to have these folk make such encouraging comments about my poem when all of you have so much wisdom & goodness in your beings. My very warmest wishes for this budding year Dale I do hope it brings you all good things. xx Cheers Anni~ "To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." ~William Shakespeare, Hamlet.