Ain’t it the truth, again!?
I have a good friend, who has a tapas bar back home and who is also a magnificent flamenco guitarist and singer. I thought of him just now and decided to look him up on Youtube, because he was going to make a CD he told me. He is not there, but one of his colleagues, who goes by the same name of (Juan) Carlos Montoya is also a virtuoso and I embedded it over here to give you a taste of what my friend sounds like. My friend’s name is Juan Carlos Montoya y Montoya, which is one hundred percent Gypsy!
By the way, the name “Flamenco” comes from the Flemish emperor Charles the fifth, who graciously allowed the Gypsies to express their very own special culture and music, which had been denied them under the Catholic Kings Fernando and Isabel. Enjoy…
What I investigate out of my window on this brisk, bright winter Sunday morning is no less than simple elegance in pure jamboree. I ponder, I spy, and I worship here.
Small birds are sitting in the naked trees. They patiently await their turn at this morning’s window offerings.
They perch upon gray branches that extend no less than two feet from my desk. They appear to me as sacred ornaments, red, blue, black, brown, they glisten on the ledge, inches from my nosy eyes.
My objects of reverence are a blustery and flighty troop. They consider my humanity with tiny, bright, perfectly rounded eyes.
They take what I leave for them, the way a child “takes,” without thought, with only a delighted kind of timely discovery.
There is a tiny velvet finch that is particularly “dapper.” This little one is feisty and self-respecting.
As I write this, I am observing the refined throat of a supple brown dove; I can feel the seed go down my own throat.
The Carolina Wren is here feasting this morning, she pecks at small seeds, and she is chubby and cheerful. I read somewhere that she mates for life.
The sharp, orange beak of a podgy red bird (Cardinal) selects a large black and white striped sunflower seed; he flies away with his mouth full.
Here comes my favorite, (if it possible to claim a favored one) this appears to be a “Pileated Woodpecker” he is a grand delight for me. His cap is redder than red “should be” I am energized. He is shameless in his vividness.
Here is Mother Cardinal, she is especially industrious. She is the color of the naked branches. The only hint of her true identity is the blush of orange/red that is lovingly painted upon her crest and wings by the indisputable hand of the Great Mother. She is protected by her cheerless color. Her spring babies will have a fine chance of survival here in this tree. I will watch for them. Although by that time, this tree will be far too leafy, she will eat from the earth, she will forget my scattered “window” seeds, she will disappear within the greenery with her family.
The large black cat “Salem” sits on the sofa across from my desk, he is ever watchful, sometimes he stirs, when he does, his bell rings. With disgust, he settles back down into the cushion, he blinks at me, then, he gets lost in his “watching” once again. At my desk, I daydream, for this witch often hankers to run with wolves and to fly with sparrows.
On my desk, sits a little pot of Yellow Primrose that I brought home from the market last night, it whispers of springtime. Simple elegance decorates my humble life, I am blessed.
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Her body moves me so,
and sets me all aglow.
Majestic in its magnitude,
I’m humbled in my attitude.
It worries at my essence,
this pallid fluorescence.
I wonder: does she know,
That she’s caught me in her web,
of overflowing ebb?
Should I actually give thanks,
for playing her cruel pranks…
on an unsuspecting soul,
whose sanity she stole?
Thy power shall wane soon,
mysterious Mistress Moon!
1. Clean your space.
2. Make a natural arrangement that satisfies your heart.
3. Take a scented bath
4. Dress in loose, soft clothes.
5. Heat some apple juice with some slices of ginger to drink.
6. Light some candles and rose incense.
7. Read your favourite poems.
8. Give thanks to the powers you know.
9. Take a nap.