I’ve spent more time then I want to admit sorting through paper today. Old bills. Advertisements. Notes from school and daycare. Empty envelopes. Newspapers and magazines. Stacks of children’s drawings.
Once I start I can’t quit until every drawer and heaps on desks are reduced to a minimum.
After a while I started to think about what paper’s we leave behind. And for some reason found myself content that together with old tax returns and employment deals. I will leave a whole bunch of notebooks with poetry and stories. And some books that actually have my writing in print.
Life Is An Experiment by New Age Doom & Lee “Scratch” Perry
Tonight I wanted some new music. Something I hadn’t heard before. So I went looking in the release radar list on Spotify and found this little gem. Life Is An Experiment by New Age Doom, and the legendary Lee “Scratch” Perry. It has a new-old psychedelic sound. Blending drone, jazz, stoner rock, noise and dub. The single came out just a couple of days ago, on August 10th. The album, titled “Lee “Scratch” Perry’s Guide To The Universe”, is set to be released this November via We Are Busy Bodies.
The lyrics begin with:
Be faithful Be pure Be clean Listen to your dreams
From Life Is An Experiment by New Age Doom & Lee “Scratch” Perry
Enjoy!
Life Is An Experiment by New Age Doom & Lee “Scratch” Perry
Life ebb and flow, Always heading towards that frightening unknowable goal It streams that way whether we flounder or soar That is why, the wise ones say Make the most out of every day Because you never know What hazards in the streambed lays
Written for tonight’s Quadrille prompt at dVerse. That fun little form with just 44 words, with a given prompt word. Not including the title. Tonight the given word is stream.
Tonight was movie night with the kids. We saw The Mitchells vs the Machines, as usual I had the English subtitles on since the Swedish translations don’t always do the original justice and since it can be hard to hear with two kids talking. I don’t have much to say about the movie. What struck me as so often before is how the music plays such a big part of the experience, and how they like the credits nearly as much as the film because it’s a chance to dance and sing.
Music has always been a big part of my life, listening to, singing, dancing to. So I’m not surprised this streak is clearly visible in my children.
Life begins with sound Fortissimo live-spark start Heartbeat, boom, boom, boom
It’s Wednesday and time to wander the archives. Decided to share this poem that are inspired both by the photo and a book that influenced me a lot. (Read more below.)
Twenty months after deciding to take my writing online – to share my souls lust – I can say it have been one of the best and most rewarding decisions of my life.
I’ve learned and evolved so much, found a sharing and caring writing community I couldn’t even imagine before.
Thank you all! ❤️
Leader of the pack High priestess of the coven Knowing every secret track Supported by her dozen
Between you stand a suppliant Heart and soul plea Broken good girl remnant Growth requires room to be free
Surrender myself to your wisdom There’s nothing left but inner trust No time left to be steered by the fearsome Break free, return to life governed by soul’s lust
Once again this photo prompt is eerie in its synchronicity. The other day I listened to a podcast that mentioned a book I haven’t thought of in years. Tried to find it, to no avail. Then this photo, that touches upon the book, my thoughts, my insights… Everything swirling around right now, due to my intense meditation schedule. So I searched for the book again. Without finding it. Tomorrow I’ll head to the attic to search some more…
The book I’m talking about is – Women Who Run with the Wolves. Read this article – which happen to contain marvelous art – to know why you should read it.
Humans really don’t know How life is to stardust souls Forced to hibernate like bears in snow Only feeling the truth trough small portholes
Humans really don’t know How life with an awakened soul Could lead to a constant flow Of abundant love through soul’s window
Humans really don’t know How life led by true purpose of soul Where gratitude leads to divine inner glow Calmly transform their minds inner fishbowl
Humans really don’t know How to manifest all they want via their souls How to choose lifelong learning and growth How into spiritual living while in flesh enroll
Written in response to the beautiful and thought inducing painting at Sunday Muse # 105. Made me read up on the symbolism on Koi fish. And they seem to symbolize a whole bunch of good things. Tenacity, Wealth, Abundance, Luck, Courage, Transformation, Uniqueness, Non-conformity, Family Strength and have lots of Buddhist Connotations. (source) Also linking to Writers’ Pantry #17 , Promote Yourself Monday, April 27, 2020 at Go Dog Go and Open Link Night: We are listening at dVerse.
Wandering lost in the foothills of limbo Hiding a true self Smothered the life flame
Hair over my eyes I still see the broken remnants of life Strewn around
Eons of mist The heath becomes my bier Laying my head down in surrender This is the end
Heaven rent through Clear light Bright singing
White doves descend Messengers from the Goddess Time is not up Work yet undone
Binding by the thinnest thread of hope
Wings flap Carries me aloft Cooing as they go
Chronicle the plight of Gaia and her children Connect those that would stand against Combat complacency Fight erroneous facts Enlight through teaching Delight with words
Don your armour shieldmaiden
Burnished plates of syllabus Lexical gauntlets Helmet of fortified poetry
Pick up your pen-sword Your magic book-cover shield
Welcome to Wandering the Archives Wednesday! Tonight a poem about nearly giving up, and then finding reasons to fight on. The original post was made 5th January 2020. That feels more like eons ago, than a little more than a year. This “life on hold” due to a pandemic has really done something to the way I perceive time it’s more plastic somehow. Also I find myself talking sometimes like last year didn’t happen at all. And I wonder if I’m the only one doing that?
This being human is a journey on unknown roads. A journey without any set goals.
Every morning a new path to walk. Full of wonders and delight, but also pain, sorrow and fright. Your job is to enjoy and endure. Find your voice and chart your own path.
Every evening a new fork in the path. A new chance to learn and thrive, or another instance you run and hide.
Every day a twist in your way. Everything good or bad there to teach you if it may. Everything sent for you to learn, to listen to what your heart, soul and true self say.
Every night a new turn in your trail. Will you learn your lesson, find wisdom and compassion. Let your dreams to heaven and beyond set sail.
This being human is a journey on unknown roads. It’s the voyage that counts, not the goal.
Written for Poetics: The Art of Being Human at dVerse. Where Kim gives us a Rumi poem full of metaphor (last in this post). And challenges us to “write a metaphor poem that starts with the words ‘This being human is…’”
There are so many ways you can go with this but I ended up with a journey metaphor. I’ll see this one as a first rough draft because there is so much more you can put in there, but this is all my migraine allowed me to write.
As I read it through I realized I once again had ended up with a line – the last one – that is directly inspired by one of my favorite Swedish poets Karin Boye. And one of her most known poems – I rörelse (In motion). Another time a similar line popped up was in – Leaves Fall to Moulder.
Like with Tomten by Viktor Rydberg, I couldn’t find a translation I truly liked, even though you can find several at the Karin Boye Society.
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
The world according to RedCat 
