Today is Roald Dahl day. I have great memories of growing up with those amazing books, The Twits, George’s Marvellous Medicine and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory being amongst my favourite. But I also love the adult books as well, Kiss Kiss being my favourite. Royal jelly and the eerie thought of a baby sized bee is both vivid and disturbing. Kiss Kiss also contains the best getting away with murder story, although the title escapes my mind at the moment, of a woman who kills her husband with a frozen leg of lamb, cooks it and then feeds it to the investigating police. Genius.
Archive for September, 2012
It seems that CCTV are being placed in lots of schools including the bathrooms and changing rooms. I do not have any children but as a victim of bully I thought that CCTV was a good idea but was disturbed by the thought of these cameras in bathrooms and changing room until it was pointed out to me that is where most of the bullying takes place. Another issue is who is watching the monitors and what would happen to those tapes. We have all heard of incidents of important documents being left on trains etc., what would happen to these tapes if they fell into “the wrong hands”. There is also the concern that is there anyone watching these monitors at all. If they are employing people to watch the camera then why not just have them “patrolling” these areas. However, I remember in school the changing rooms being monitored by the P.E teacher. I’m still not convinced that CCTV should be in bathrooms and changing rooms.
Mabon is a time for prayers especially about abundance, gratitude and balance. Prayers for abundance as some people have trouble experiencing abundance and the harvest is all about abundance. A prayer for gratitude for without gratitude for what we have, we can not open ourself to abundance. As well as being a time of harvest, it is the time of thanksgiving. The final prayer for balance is important within today’s society, where we have very hectic lives and very little balance. Now seems to be the point when that hectic life shuts down a gear and therefore time for balance.
I have just finished a book called The Homeless Mind by Berger which a very interesting book. The basic concept is that technology has taken over so much that we have stopped using our mind. The book sets itself out as a manual indicating the problems that has happens within the modernization and being aware of what this means that we become better equipped to deal with these problems. They believed that the modernization of the world, mainly in the form of technology and politics, has left society scared and confused. This is causing society to separate into two distinctive thought pattern for both the public and private sphere. This in turn means that the individual feel distant from society as a whole and becomes more and more isolated within the private sphere. This is what is termed within the book as psychological homelessness, hence the title of the book. However, the book has no easy conclusion to realign the homeless mind within the modernised society. They do have many ideas and theories that the reader is bombarded with and it would be difficult to give them all a space within this blog. This seems to be a issue for Berger and often uses loaded words instead of paragraphs of information and this means a loss in the flow of the text. This is a book that was written in 70’s and I do not think technology is tying us to the home as it use to and yet I think the mind is still homeless.
Despite saying that I would never do on-line dating I have finally set up an account doing just that. I feel a little odd going through page after page of random face and making judgements on their picture and the few words that they write about themselves. This is why I am allow them to come to me and not vice averse. I am well aware that we are judging people everyday of our life but this seems very harsh. I’m not sure what my alternative is. Wish me luck either way.
Mabon is the time of the second harvest. The lands fertility is waning as the Goddess enters the Crone aspect of the Triple Goddess. This is the time to give thanks to the grain God and Goddess. The foods at the time are grain based especially corn. It is time to honour the corn Goddess Demeter and the Mesopotamian goddesses such as Ashnan, Nissaba, and Ninbarshegunu. The God that tends to be worshipped at this time is Thor and the Green Man. Corn, beans and squash are the foods that are associated at this time. This can be turned into a nice bacon and corn chowder, or for the vegetarians corn, bean and squash stew. A home made loaf would not only be nice to dunk into these dishes but would make an appropriate offering to the Gods. Local or even home brew beer would be a great drink to accompany this ritual.
As I walked this path, I can not see what you see,
I can not see the beauty, I just want to flee.
Scummy water, discarded rubbish, dog poo,
I’m here now, and there is nothing I can do.
I can not see what brought you to this place,
And as we walk I can not keep to your pace.
Then all of a sudden, we passed through a veil,
The place opened up to a grander scale.
The beauty of the place started to shine through,
Wild flowers homes to hidden shrews.
Quietly, unobtrusively as not to frighten us away,
Blossoming more than flowers in May.
Willows bent under the sheer weight of their vigour,
Touching it made me want to snigger.
A wildness that was free yet controlled,
A world shimmer in the colour of green gold.
With every step my heart and soul grew lighter,
I become more of the lover, less of the fighter.
I seem to shed the layers of everyday,
And all those things I can never drive away.
The pain, the hurt, the tedium,
Never reaching that happy medium.
To come here, this shiny glory,
Is a whole different story.
To the place to first captured your soul,
A place that made you spiritual whole.
The glorious ash tree so magnificent to behold,
A celebration of peace seemed to take hold.
As we sat and mediated the ash shared with me,
A vision that buzzed about me like a bee.
I saw myself as a Goddess, calmed from my rage,
But I was starting life on a new page.
Kneeling with my loves head on my lap,
Blissfully taking a dreamless nap.
I gently stroke your face and kiss your forehead,
No longer seeing love as a bitter warhead.
And then you leave me to follow your own love,
Like peace following the rock dove.
Now that I had calmed your angelic fears,
A swamp being created by my tears.
You walk away from me and just when you’re nearly gone,
Now that you all that you’d bet your life on.
You both turn and beckon me to follow,
A joy that did not leave me hollow.
To stay one step behind you both,
To catch you would be my oath.
I sharply return to stone cold reality,
Fallen back into my locality.
The tickling spider crawl on my breast,
I knew I should have been better dressed.
This journey was more than a vision but a life choice,
I can sing on the top of my hardened voice.
You have to walk through the mess and the pain,
To see the rainbows of happiness again.