It’s not like you ever were a beauty- Always something other - miss runner up With your wooden slats splintering the shore line Waves setting the tone of regimented frivolity People taking in the sun Breathing the ocean air that gets deep down in your lungs Everything sparkling to…
Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know…
If I had dreams that I was a butterfly, I would be utterly happy. But, as you know, that kind of whimsy and pure joy never enter my subconscious mind. My dreams are horrid. However, I will content myself knowing that the skepticism of the poet/philosopher is a universal theme that we all question from time to time. Is the dream my reality or is it the other way around?
Here’s something that is little known by the general public regarding narcolepsy. I can wake up at any time during the night because I am hearing sounds that won’t stop. A few examples are: doorbells ringing, people talking, the sound a rat makes while it’s running overhead or in the walls, chirps, water dripping, music, leaf-blowers. I wake up to investigate and there is nothing to it. No one is at the door, no one is outside talking, no rats in the attic, no birds awake yet, no leaks or water dripping, no one playing music and certainly, the leaf-blowers are still on the gardener’s truck waiting for morning to arrive. Weird.
Finding your goddess or avatar is no easy thing. You must first know yourself and the things that move you. You must experience a little bit of life for yourself first — love, trust, humiliation, magic. All the little nuances that touch you. Sometimes, you don’t even know why they do. Arianrhod, the Silver Wheel, Ruler of the Moon and Stars, Virgin Mother and Daughter of Don, Sister and Ruler of her own moonlit realm that moves the tides. She is a shape-shifter — turning into a wise owl in the dark of night, flying over her subjects protecting them from harm. She answers all who seek her wisdom, even though she herself was tricked by her uncle, brother and son. Her power remained undiminished by these humiliations and her benevolence kept her strong and unwavering. She is the secret center of each initiate’s spiritual being.
I love her story and the ancient Welsh mythology. Perhaps, she and I can converse sometime. Maybe she has something to tell me.
Mistress of the otherworld tower of initiation. Caer Sidi, where poets learn starry wisdom and where the dead go between incarnations
Caer Arianrhod is the circumpolar stars, to which souls withdraw between incarnations; she is thus a Goddess of reincarnation.
Among the Celts of Wales, She was a Goddess of Childbirth, the Moon, Fertility and Fate. She derives Her name from the Milky Way and/or the zodiac and the Moon.