6.12.18 Red Galactic Serpent
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
~ Maud Hart Lovelace
Summer days, spinning around, blooming. Here we are at the precipice of another celestial event, solstice: the one that happens in summer. That moment when the sun is in its zenith above the Northern Hemisphere, the light is highly potent, the dark sleeps still, and the cycle moves with manifestation showing face all around (the opposite extreme of solar power below the equator). Lush growth, warm rain showers, now is the time of the flowering dance, the pruning glance, appreciating beauty alive.
Here come butterflies, gliding from blossom to blossom, where bees roll in pollen crooning as they gather for honey making. The air is full with fragrances, nectar that lingers; the air carries songs. By day sparkling hummingbirds wings thrum as they zip hover and sip and zip, there is buzzing, rustling leaves, laughter mixed with childrens delighted squeals, splashing water, clucking hens. By night crickets chitter and chatter, bull frogs let out loud rumbling frunnnks, fireflies flicker.
Trees have set fruit, bushes bloom, gardens are abundant. Green fuzzy peaches, rosebuds nestled amongst thorny stalks open their perfume laden petals, sweet peas stick out their tongues as pods form, mint underfoot rambles between beds, a nibble is refreshing.
“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.”
~ Yoko Ono
Read through the quotes and poems and get a sense of where exuberance is bubbling for you at this time, make notes on what is awakening in your heart, what the colors and taste of its fragrance are, what are you adjusting at this time, what conversations are coming up in secret, what’s flowering where you live, what fruits are attractive, what field is your inspiration coming from, what does your basking place look like, notice:: how do you celebrate within the passage of seasons, what is blooming for you, where does pleasure live?
“Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!—that a spring was breaking out in my heart. I said: Along which secret aqueduct, Oh water, are you coming to me, water of a new life that I have never drunk? Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!—that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures. Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!—that a fiery sun was giving light inside my heart. It was fiery because I felt warmth as from a hearth, and sun because it gave light and brought tears to my eyes. Last night as I slept, I dreamt—marvelous error!—that it was God I had here inside my heart.” ~ Antonio Machado
What you need: a 20-30 minute space in which to creatively respond, paper and art supplies, a candle, music, flowers, fruit, and fellowship should you choose to gather, light the flame, and voyage collectively
Begin the creative process with the crescent moon on June 13th, when the Sun and Moon will both be in the constellation of The Bull, and plough with it through Summer Solstice, on June 21st, when the Sun moves into the constellation of The Twins and the Moon will be in the constellation of The Maiden, ending at the full Archer Moon on June 28th . . . this is just a guideline timeline . . .
Go through your notes and circle words that capture your attention
In your art journal or on paper (or cloth or wood or an unfinished painting or a finished one that wants to dissolve and transform) . . . . paint symbols to represent these words
Cut out pictures from magazines that reflect what caught your attention, add them to your spread
You are making a visual story of your notes that bring your creative out in a way that speaks to you, one that has you humming along your own song in response, so dance with your musings . . .
Write a poem or find poems you love and paste them into your art spread . . .
Add stitched lines, embroidered, glued on braids, fabric scraps, pockets, pressed flowers, buttons and beads, feathers, twigs . . .
incorporate what feels exuberantly awake, however that comes for you, into the painting until it tells you its done . . .
“Gods are able. Tell how a man, though,
could possibly thread the lyre’s narrow modes?
Vacillating at the heart’s dark crossroads,
he beholds no temple of Apollo.
Song, you teach us, is beyond achievable desire,
it is rather the sheer reality of immanent being:
simplicity itself for deity,
but how may we partake? When will you inspire
our being, bestowing earth and stars by turn?
This has no relation, youth, to your enamored care:
mouth forced wide by the thrust of your voice – learn
to set aside impassioned music. It will end.
True singing breaths a different air.
Air without object. A gust within God. A wind.”
~by Rainer Maria Rilke
Below is the ship I’ll be voyaging with; it’s been anchored in harbor for a while, and is ready for the open seas . . . after a fresh coat of paint and restoration work . . . bon voyage!