Thursday, April 30, 2009
Is he doing that thing again?
Years ago, a friend coaching me on nutrition told me, "Don't eat pork. Don't don't eat anything pig."
"Pigs have a suspicious likeness to humans in their gene structure. The confusion can weaken the immune system. Not only that... there are old stories of pigs and humans cross breeding..."
"Ew. Wait. What's that mean?"
"Uh- nevermind. But no pig."
Last year there was an enormous spider in my bedroom curtains. I said, "Spidey, thanks for coming. But you really freak me out. Please don't come onto my side of the room. Don't come near my bed, okay?" She didn't. She stayed there in the curtains for more than a week. I kept checking to see if she'd left after I had certain thoughts or did something on my current painting. Also at the time I was contemplating creating a really big painting, albeit nervously. And I thought, "Maybe she's saying go ahead and spin that out." The day I started it, she disappeared, never to be seen again. The painting is The Story, here.
The night before last I woke up with a start. I was dreaming that Steve and I were walking along rocks by a creek. I peered down to see a snake in the shallow creek. As I looked along I felt more and more nervous. I could not see the end of this snake. Where is its tail?! I turned around to see its head a distance behind me. Its eyes were closed. Was it dead? I turned further around to see another snake beside it- just as large! Well, a little bit smaller, but still huge. That snake had its head chewed off! I stood there, looking at decapitated snake, looking at first snake. Freaky. Danger. What is going on here? As I stared, first snake, who had killed second snake, opened his eyes. AAaaaa!!!!! We bolted. And I woke up.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Last week, trimmed back the hydrangea bush before the sparrows come back for the year. It's where they live. Do you know they left a present from last season? A little nest! I just found it and was so tickled. They even wove some of my hair into it! Steve took this picture...Did some sorting today, including some of the painting reference photos. Here's a little visual collage for your pleasure...
Friday, April 24, 2009
There's more good news! Guess who decided to make a grand entrance today? Lavender! Looking good! Looking good!
Steve and I are headed to St Augustine, FL in the morning- we're celebrating a friend's marriage- and enjoying our family! See you next week. :)
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I started reading St John of the Cross right before I graduated from high school, and when I did, I was like: Holy Moly Shenanigans! This is where it's AT! You say so many rosaries- and things can get a little repetitive and honky. So when I read John's poetic collected works about how he met Jesus and the Holy Spirit as love in all ways... and how it was just so beautiful even through translation and centuries, I was totally done with St Thomas Aquinas/ Mr. Snooze-a-Lot.
After staying up late for nights reading John of the Cross, I was so excited I just had to talk to someone. So I went to confession. I said my not exciting confession, and then I was like, "Father! St John of the Cross! Holy Cow!" And then I went on and on "bla bla bla and then John says this and isn't that amazing bla bla bla... oh! AND bla bla bla... isn't he really something, Father?! What's he like to you?" And let me tell you what. Father dropped so much bullshit that even I could smell it. I sat there smiling at him thinking to myself, "This guy is clueless." And that was the last time I went to confession. Regularly. I had an inkling at that point that I had something really good in my very own pocket. Sometimes I feel bad that I've disappointed my family by not staying with the Church, but it makes me twinkle that it was sweet St John who started it.
This is a poem he wrote as a teenager:
The Rose That Grew From Concrete
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk without having feet. Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.
Over his belly is a giant tattoo, THUG LIFE. The word thug comes from the Thuggees of India, an ancient fanatical sect devoted to Shiva, who believed that the God of Destruction (and Transformation) required daily human sacrifice. The Thugs attacked foreigners or travelers, then drugged them with Datura before killing them. Datura is also called Tuft of Shiva in India.
Biggee Smalls is sometimes blamed for TuPac's murder, and in one of his songs he sings, "Not be fucked with." I would agree. But then, Biggee Smalls was also shot down by thugs.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
We’re gonna roll this out.
Beat drops 8,000
Heart-wise (O! To-mi)
with the trumpet melody.
Flow with us.
Talk about Joshua.
Jesus all kinda styles.
Seven times around that trumpet sound.
Fall! Yup walls all down.
In Jericho is a spring,
Spring feeds Jordan- isn’t that where he went swimmin?
Got a blind man in Jericho two times over.
Octavian to Herod, build the amphitheater
He’ll stroll through
Tax man see it.
In Canaanite? Fragrant.
Arabic sound word,
yeah we heard it.
Down come the walls.
Hey! Low they go now.
He met Zechariah,
Went down for Elizabeth
Together made the Baptist
Take your shoes off
Off they go now
Loose the strap
Wash the feet
Off they go now
Burn the bush
Dunk- what a rush
Mother Teresa says
Watch out, Out West
They’re physical best, but soul-less
Can’t feed bread when the spirits dead
Keep it tight
Can’t eat it if you don’t feel it. Right?
Lady say to The Man
How about a favor
No sister- not come for you
Oh hold up Master
I’ve got to know
Even dogs get scraps below
True daughter true
Your faith just saved you
Said in the sun temple, Ra hey ho
food made of dead?
Darkness ride, Darkness eat
Corpses all at your feet
Smell angel trumpet
Datura roll out sweet
4 and 5
Barak’s in the Valley
Oh hell no
Yup! We all back
like last time- you know!
Hear that Sound
Oil's been found
when trumpets get down
Heaven with a shout
They strollin’ about.
Here we go, Break the flow.
Today’s the day, OH!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
This is a cacao flower, sacred to many tribes in the Mesoamericas, and was originally (as far back as we know) cultivated by the Mayans. It is the flower before the cacao bean- Theobroma cacao: Theobroma meaning "Food of the Gods", cacao being an Anglicized version of cacahuatl, the Aztec name of the bean. Cacao pulverized and served as a drink is a traditional staple- you've probably heard the stories about Montezuma drinking it. It's also used as a delivery for hallucinogenic plants like datura. Once when I was traveling alone in Paris I went to the finest chocolate store. I bought a small expensive bag of almonds thickly covered and dusted in chocolate. As I ate them my head began to get higher, and by the time I arrived at where I was staying, I could literally feel the vibrations in my head buzzing about me, and I was holding onto the walls to get to my room because my vision was bright and confusing. I sat on my bed for about two hours enjoying the little stars around me and the lit sensation I felt all over. I suspect there's more to chocolate than Hershey's.
The flower itself is a heavenly delicate beauty and I could not do it justice with the stained glass painting style I'm using. It's less than an inch tall and grows directly out of the trunk of the tree. Seriously, take a look at this flower- it is amazing:and it has no scent. The shape reminds me of the fleurs-de-lis. It's worthwhile to quote Michel Pastoureau via Wikipedia, "The use for ornamental or symbolic purposes of the stylised flower usually called fleur de lis is common to all eras and all civilizations. It is an essentially graphic theme found on Mesopotamian cylinders, Egyptian bas-reliefs, Mycenean pottery, Sassanid textiles, Gaulish and Mameluk coins, Indonesian clothes, Japanese emblems, and Dogon totems. The many writers who have discussed the topic agree that it has little resemblance to the lily, but they disagree as to whether it derives from the iris, the broom, the lotus... the essential point is that it is a very stylised figure, probably a flower, that has been used as an ornament or an emblem by almost all civilizations of the old and new worlds."
This is the flower of the Cannonball Tree, actually related to the Brazil Nut tree. As an aside, we humans have not yet learned to cultivate Brazil nut trees, so if you want to eat a wild nut, Brazil nuts are the ones. Apparently they don't do well in captivity. So the Cannonball Tree- these are tropical trees and are frequently grown around Hindu temples dedicated to Shiva. Once again, I'd rather you see the real deal- check out this flower!:The first time I saw it I yelled, "Woah! Sexy!" And apparently that's why it's also dedicated to Shiva and used in Shiva Pooja, which is, a, um... let me tell you a story! There's an old story that once Brahma and Vishnu were having a fight over who was more powerful. The immortals asked Shiva to intervene. So he does. Before Brahma and Vishnu appears this massive column of light. Shiva says, "Find the end of this one, guys." And they go on wandering about trying to find the end, which was impossible, because his column in infinite. Eventually Shiva bursts out of the column like, "What's up, fellas?! Who's the man?! By the way we're all from the same light, you're awesome, just be more respectful of each other." Within this same tradition it's believed that the earth is penetrated by 12 infinite columns of light that remain until the last day.
Here is a Mexican sunflower. Pretty lovely bright things! The Mayans domesticated them around 3000 BC. The Otomi People are Mayan descendants whose word for sunflower, “dä nukhä,” means “big flower that looks at the sun god." To this day in their churches, the Otomi fill Christian crosses with sunflowers. For the living Sun God. The Son God. Son of God. Sun of God.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
We've got to move. Move now! Bury it quickly. Bricks! Mud! Hurry. Hole it up. The march is pulsing towards us. Flamed oil in the marketplace no place for a person. You'll make the split. Break no twig. Cover your eyes, the whites will flash to the flames they carry. Move. Move now. Did you remember the pearls? Yes. Did you remember the writing? No. It doesn't matter, just go. Remember any ill intent will bind you. Remove them all now. If you wind for three days into the fifth road on the half moon you'll see the one carrying the white rose. The artery must be split to get the red. It's imperative- can you remember that? The music will play but the most important is the bells. You have to wait for the bells. When they ring you know it's time to launch the last child. Is he in the parade. No he's in the feast. And he is with the royals? Yes, but he is not. All the royals are in the wrong suits making bad water with their tongues. There is a black horse there with rosemary in his mane. Return him to me, he is mine. Go to the thick forest that glows emerald. You'll find the winged animal that glides. You follow her there and through, she glides above you. When you glimmer into the silver web, turn into the next dime. Right side. If there are hooves at the feet do not proceed. After the sparkle rides open the flower. It is the only flower. You will see the sapphire. Open it until you see it ring gold. That is the next door to the next ticket but you must be wise don't remember back, you must remember ahead so as to go inside. Remember forward. She smelled of jasmine and myrrh. Yes. She is remembering you back. Look for the fire. Blood spilled rose, you leave behind, but first you must tuck into your hair.
The black cloaks will circle you before white dove, but if you spin they will not latch. Is the white dove him? Yes and no, part yes part not yet. First you find her, then you see him. But when you see him you will only vaguely see that she is watching. Is she always watching? She is the watcher. If the doors are closed you must call her. Speak well of her before you go so that she will know your voice when you call her. There is a moment when the chase is over. Yes. And that is also now. Recollect yourself. We unloosed all our wheatgold robes and danced in slow rhythms through the blooming forest. Ducking and running, only to play. Slow rhythms. Easy dance. Light tiny birds. Tiny little birds. She will let them out of her petticoat. Watch for it.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
~The first completed on the left there is a cyan blue poppy, Meconopsis.
~Next a cobalt blue poppy, also Meconopsis.
~Next an Ultramarine Pansy, symbol of the Trinity, sometimes the crucifixion.
~Purple Iris, sacred to Iris, Lady of the Rainbow to the Greeks. She sends messages. She's the rainbow. The Rainbow sends messages from heaven? Hey what else does Iris mean in Greek? What? Eye of Heaven?! And it's also the name of the center of our eyes?!
~Next the Magenta Lotus. Lotus's are the grace on the water, floating above and yet with it all. They're chiseled into temples in Egypt and sometimes Horus is popping out of one. If you want to get fired up about Magenta, check out this link.
I want to talk about blue poppies. HOLY COW I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY EXIST!!! This is such a rare flower color. They've been growing in the Himalayas for who knows how long, living with amazing creatures up there in the alpine lands of the Kashmir. Just in the last five decades have they spread around to the rest of the world and come down off the mountain. I think these flowers know exactly where they want to be! And I think they're up to something! And I like it!
This Sunday Exquisite Sarah and I had a tea party! What a treat. We talked and talked and talked about her upcoming wedding. Here she is deep in wedding study. Can one do a receiving line right after the ceremony? Should it be at the reception? Umm... let's call my sister Kate.
Before Sarah arrived, Steve played tea party too!
Monday, April 13, 2009
He called and asked me if I was sitting down. “What is it?” I demanded. He said murdered. My roommate was shaking me on the ground, “What’s happening?! Who’s on the phone?!” Our friend is hiccupping weeping saying my name somewhere through plastic. You were like purple inside a silver wrapping. Good chocolate, not finery- one you’d want to have around after dinner. Like a soft sweatshirt you keep. The way the pelicans always drift over the beach.
In quiet tones with your good posture. Four minutes, they said. Drew grabbed a dishtowel and you said, “I’m a be all right.” As you stumbled to your knees. Then your back. The front door wide open. It was swimming pool blue when our friend took me home to your home and I sat next to your brother. And Drew looked up at me like I could fix it. Your mother was invisible, being handled by other mothers. And I was wandering why I was in your living room. I hate these wallpaper flowers. It was bronze foil folded into paper planes that pressed down and there was no escaping their heaviness. We all sat around. Nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could.
Our friend was thinking of going to Jacksonville with you as he vomited outside the church with you inside it. I vaguely comprehended shaking and the way mother moved my walking… that the spastic cries resounding off the vaulted ceilings were in my voice. You must have been cold. Your sister ran her fingers through your hair and kissed and kissed you. You must have been cold.
Shame something like this would bring us all back together again, huh? Yeah. Shame. Years later I am on your plot, my hand on your carved stone hands. I drew them that one springtime we were closer. I said, “You have beautiful hands.” Fuck.
“Please go,” you said. It’s such a mess. “Don’t come back here, Shan. Live, okay?” Okay. "Come on McCarthy." Like you helping me put on my coat.
When the breezes come on certain nights I remember your sunset smile with the sea spray. Surfing like little birds into a cotton pillow of oblivion. Whispering little radio songs I never want to hear again. Dancing tiny steps that echo once and trail off into green grass. Cold stone. The vinyl smell of the bus. Little crumpled red maroon velvet and things we lost. Grade school kisses. Surf boards glide with the sharp fin underneath. Things gone by. Every wave breaks. All gone by.
Earth person: [very solemnly] Please speak plainly with me. What’s our future on Earth?
Intergalactic Delegate: We’ve been playing it on the radio for years.
EP: Playing? I don’t understand.
ID: [laughing] It is simple. The Rhythm is Gonna Get You!
EP: What?! The Rhythm is gonna get us?! You mean- Gloria's been right all these years?!
ID: Yes. Can't you feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger?
[Intergalactic Congress breaks into Conga]
The poet said to the prophet, "Your dragons, sir, where are they?"
The prophet whispered, "They sleep in the day and we ride in the dark. Every fire they breathe is one more spark."
Sunday, April 12, 2009
(I closed my eyes to hear what he says.)
Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
A truck behind me revved its engine. In a big red pick-up he sped past and then Rrrrrrrrk. He put on his breaks. Cause bunny was still hopping in the road. Zig zag here and there she goes. Is it the full moon? Is there too much light? Are you all right? Should I turn off my light? Would that help? She kept hopping the road we were on so that she was about to come to the state road. Oh bunny please don't do that. Please go back into the woods- you can't cross that road, its too windy and the cars are too fast. But she did with nary a car to impede her. And then she snuggled hoppily along into the blooming bushes in a yard. Rest well, little friend, and have a good night.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
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And here's a picture of what we ate! I made two easy sauces that were eaten right up. Here are the recipes if you'd like to give a try:
Fragrant Tomato Sauce
2 tsp caraway seeds
1 tsp fresh cardamom pods, split, peeled and ground
Large can of tomato sauce
Roast the caraway in a dry hot pan until it starts to pop and you can smell it. Then add tomato sauce to the pan. It'll sizzle, so watch out. Then add cardamom. Let simmer on low for an hour.
Sweet Onion Coconut Sauce
Olive oil or coconut oil to saute
1 large onion
1 can coconut milk
1 potato, cut into cubes, and steamed for about 15 minutes till soft
1 cup frozen peas
salt and pepper to taste
In a big saucepan, using oil, saute onion until it is caramelized. Add in can of coconut milk. Let simmer for about 10 minutes. Then add in potato. Season with salt and pepper. Just before serving, add in frozen peas.
Tastes great served over fragrant jasmin rice to which is added turmeric, dried basil, and dried cranberries. Spoon a bit of the tomato sauce alongside it and serve with a big salad and lots of cilantro. Voila! May your eatings today be happy and bright. :)
Here's one more pic! Lavender gettin' cozy in the egg carton, ready to have a sprouting bonanza this spring in the kitchen window!
Sunday, April 5, 2009
It starts with a whinny and map for the pass!:
But they're all bold as love, yes, they're all bold as love. Yeah, they're all bold as love. Just ask the axis. My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war and Ribbons of euphoria. Orange is young, full of daring, but very unsteady for the first go round. My yellow in this case is not so mellow. In fact, I'm trying to say its frightened like me. And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from giving my life to a rainbow like you. But, I'm, yeah, I'm bold as love. Well I'm bold, bold as love (hear me talking, girl). I'm bold as love. Just ask the axis (he knows everything).
Friday, April 3, 2009
O. She smiled. How horrifying. In an instant the feeling of being on a precipice in the sky and beneath a cracking glacier on the sea were all it was to see... the teeth that were happy to chomp. Big diamonds of stars shining on them. Razors of magnificence. "Hello Madam," but I didn't speak because I was in a cold sweat and nervous for my life. Then I said (was this stupid?)"Where are you in Africa?" "Ask me again about my Africa and I will slit your throat." She lifted a massive dagger. "Yes Madam." And then I was on a floor she made, large tiles like the mall in Washington, and it was almost like we were in a group of bells and shining confetti rainbow tassels with colored bunches shaking here and there as everything echoed in the bells. She leaned in and again I saw the face. I could dance here."This is pretty." A closed smile. Then she gathered it all back into herself, so that there was only the dark. She turned into a bluish white dove, and flew away with everything. Back in my bed again, "Oh precious dense predictable bed" and I kissed it.
Timmy: What's that, Lassie? Shannon is stopping?!
Lassie: ROOF! ROOF!
Timmy: Oh! She's starting a new painting? WHAT?! (run run to Connecticut...huff... puff....) Shannon, is it true?
Me (that's me): It's true, Timmy! It's like I already told Lassie. But don't worry, it's just a time out, see? See how I'm sitting down and telling you that I'm taking a time out from this painting?
Timmy: But you're supposed to have this done by Easter!
Me: No doubt, Timmy! But the winds have changed!
Lassie: RRrooof! Rawf! ROOF! ROOF!
Me: That's right, Lassie! This is a commissioned piece, and it's a little too earthy per my assignment. And so we're gonna do a TOTALLY new painting! On a new canvas! And I finally saw it yesterday when i woke up and realized: Hey! Hop to! The new ones on the way- gotta roll!
Me: Yeah! It's in the heavens!
Me: Yes, Lassie, still Jesus and Mary Magdalene! Yeah, I'm happy about that too.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
How beautiful are all his works! Even to the spark and fleeting vision! The universe lives and abides forever; to meet each need, every creature is preserved. All of them differ, from one another, yet none of them has he made in vain, For each in turn, as it comes, is good; can one ever see enough of their splendor? SIRACH 42:23-25
I am with you always, until the end of the age. MATTHEW 28:20
My time is not yet here, but the time is always right for you. JOHN 7:6
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
What is it, Robin?
THERE'S A ROSE IN SPACE!!!!!
AND HOLY RUSSIAN COSMONAUTS, BATMAN!!!
What is it, Robin?
THERE'S A PICTURE OF IT!
Just below, Batman!
HOLY PSYCHEDELIC COSMIC SAUCE, ROBIN! I SEE IT!**Zounds! Zing! Pop!**
HOLY MOUNTAIN TOP MOSES, BATMAN!
What is it, Robin?
IT'S IN THE QURAN!
What's it say, Robin?
"When the sky is torn apart, so it was a red rose, like ointment."[Quran (55): Surat ar-Rahman]
HOLY TIME TRAVEL, ROBIN!
What is it, Batman?
TO THE BATMOBILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Frogs are the joy choir. They sing. There's a pond in the woods out back and whenever we go out there they are all ya ya ya croak bla! *bloo bloop* CROAK weebit weebit. Frogs leaving the planet in big numbers makes my stomach turn. Some animals I know because they mean business and others are just pals. For instance, when I see a hawk it's matter-of-fact. "I'm not screwin' around, McCarthy." And frogs are like, "Hey! We love screwin' around! Spring time! Hurray! Rain! Hurray!" And with their wide set googly eyes and big smiles... they're like bright flowers or leaves that can fly and swim and go around on land... and they eat insects! Which reminds me, Angelina was telling me that the bats have been hit by a very bad fungus as well, and they are also dying in large numbers. Shit. That's a lot of bugs not being eaten.