I shouldn't really be writing, because the 'Vagabond King' needs to be finished in time to drop it off before noon on Saturday, and I haven't even finished the front yet! I haven't even got time to take and upload any photos of where it's at now (soon, soon, I promise!). But, it's been a while since I last wrote, so I thought a quick post might be in order. It's a gorgeous day, a bright sunny, and gloriously cool Autumn day. It's supposed to be raining of course, and we certainly need it, but I do love these crisp bright days. It's the kind of day that makes me feel happy and content, and reminds me of all the wonderful things in my life, all the things I should be thankful for. My very wise grandmother always used to tell us 'count your blessings' and I think it's very good advice...too often we let ourselves get annoyed and frustrated and upset over dumb things, things that don't really matter, when in reality our lives are lived in paradise compared to many people in the world.
Hildegarde of Bingen's advice and put some 'veriditas' into my life...I so love her concept. By combining the Latin words 'veritas' or truth, and 'viridis', or green...
12th century mystic, healer and philosopher, Hildegard von Bingen created the word veriditas to describe her vision of the greening power of Nature which was the divine force within all life. She described veriditas as the agent of God which was the animating life-force within all creation, giving it life, moisture and vitality. Regardless of whether it is divine or science, we are connected to and need the natural world around us.I'll finish with another couple of short scribbles, before I go back to my spot on the couch with my sewing over my knee. Here's a little Tanka I wrote years ago for a uni assignment. I like the Tanka format, just that little bit longer than the Haiku, the final couplet makes it feel more complete to me than a Haiku.
Now, gasping for air
I burst through the still surface
And breathe, lungs aching.
Solitude beneath a sky
Eloquently speaking rain.And finally (speaking of greening), 'The half closed door', written many years ago too. The Grinning Jack has a name, but it's a secret and he won't let me tell because as we all know, real names are powerful magic and he's a wild thing and doesn't want to be tamed. You could also call him the Green Jack, it would be just as apt. I'll leave you to ponder that mystery yourselves ;-)
The Grinning Jack waits at the end of the path
He wears my fox mask and holds out his hand
From each footprint a memory grows
I have sown a garden of things forgotten.Back to stitching!