Let everything in our lives

be a Divination…

 

Tossing down the bones

Saturn stationing

blessings from

our ancestral lineage…

Flora and Fauna

 

 

 

Above is a charming tossing of  the bones…

On the left are new bones, gnawed on recently

by the 5 month old pups.

On the right are ancient bones,

buried by the ancestor Dogs,

Moon Dog and Stella Coyote,

up to 12 years ago, excavated just now

by pups Captain Moon and Miss Fox…

which is so witty and curiously moving.

The ancestor doggies, buried these bones

around the yard in many secret places,

long forgotten… Until Now!

 

Everything real- everything symbolic…

What ancient ancestral bones, related to our lineage

and assignment, might be surfacing now?

 

and below are pawpaws, a fantabulous fruit,

growing in the woods, ripe now…

 

 

 

My craftier neighbors had been

reporting on their pawpaw harvesting,

but I had not seen any

– until yesterday’s New Moon,

when the doggies and I were

a squosh lost, in the rain,

having wandered off the known trails…

And there were 5 pawpaws!

 

I ate two immediately and took the rest home.

They are something like a cross between a

Caribbean sour sop and a mango,

yet growing in these mid-Atlantic woods…

a delicious forest bounty…

 

I will plant the seeds in my yard,

before the peripheral wet winds

of Hurricane Florence arrive mid-week

(may they be gentle) ( root trees – root!

deep deep into the wet earth,

further down for stability. Us too…)

So, we found the bounty

we had been seeking

– when we got lost in the rain…

 

We were Saturn, the pups and I,

bonding via our unifying rhythmic walk,

then took an unfamiliar path,

that turned out to be a deer path,

that petered out in the middle of woods…

Doggies not “lost”, exhilarated,

and I knew if we kept heading South

we would find the River, that would guide us..

 

 

National Park Service photo

 

So, only lost in a liberating Uranus,

find the pawpaws kinda way…

 

“I was never lost in the woods in my whole life,

though once I was confused for three days.” -Daniel Boone

 

“Lost” david Whyte

Stand still.

The trees ahead and the bushes beside you Are not lost.

Wherever you are is called Here,

And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,

Must ask permission to know it and be known.

The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,

I have made this place around you,

If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.

No two trees are the same to Raven.

No two branches are the same to Wren.

If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,

You are surely lost. Stand still.

The forest knows Where you are.

You must let it find you.”

 

and

 

More Saturn:

A great ally-client – sent me this

way spooky Goat mask,

and anointing oil, from Mexico..

(had arrived in mystery package,

a ways back, didn’t know what it was,

but didn’t feel to unwrap until Saturn went direct…

Saturnalia Festival be on-going..

 

 

We follow the path, Saturn,

that leads us to no path, wild improv

 

“Jazz improv and your brain: The key to creativity?” CNN https://www.cnn.com/2018/04/29/health/brain-on-jazz-improvisation-improv/index.html

 

The longer our dance with Saturn

– the more we are available for immediate play

with our experimental freedom Genie..

 

Saturn trining Uranus,

“By inhibiting the part of the brain that allows self-criticism, the musicians were able to stay in their creative flow, known as “in the zone.”

“I view this as a neurological description of letting go,” Limb said. “If you’re too self-conscious, it’s very hard to be free creatively.”

While the musicians improvised, the parts of the brain that allow humans to express ourselves — the medial prefrontal cortex or “default network” — became more active.

At the same time, the part of the brain responsible for self-inhibition and control, the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex, became dormant.

By inhibiting the part of the brain that allows self-criticism, the musicians were able to stay in their creative flow, known as “in the zone.”

“I view this as a neurological description of letting go,” Limb said. “If you’re too self-conscious, it’s very hard to be free creatively.”

And was feeling kinda foggy without narrative,

until delineating our chart last night,

and then o, most glorious guiding patterns..

 

Fresco of a statue of Mars in the House of Venus, Pompeii (wiki)

 

New Moon of Ouiji Boards behind us….

Grand Trine in Earth,

that Mars entering Aquarius,

right as we convene!!!

 

squares! Venus, in Scorpio opposes…

as she prepares for her

retrograde descent into Underworld-

to fetch manners to bring back to humans…

 

We shall honor ally etiquette…

and from Sensei “freedom is responsibility,”

always considering “bettering the world, never escaping it…

Forget karma, forget next life, forget satori. Now is now!

a baby is hungry – feed it – a man is thirsty – give him water.”

 

Photo c.1900 (NYPL)

 

“Reigi”  is often translated from the

Japanese as courtesy, etiquette, manners

“Rei” is a term for bowing,

and means “Holy Spirit.”

“Gi” mans manifestation.

So manners are embodied spirit…

And we shall aspire to honor

the feast of pawpaws, and the generous

symmetry of our guiding narrative..