Clonehenge
Love this site. I realised to day that I have a submission for them, a replica Seahenge I came across walking along the beach of lake Okanagan, British Columbia (I should mention that this lake has a famous lake monster, the Ogopgo)
It must have been made during Halloween/Samhain as I found it the day after.
And I was walking with a real life Druid at the time!
I hope they accept it.
From Clonehenge:
“This blog is meant to form a searchable list of Stonehenge replicas from the megalithic follies of the 1800′s to the present. We include some notable examples of small homemade replicas along with the larger more permanent structures (and anything in between). We invite readers to inform us of modern henges we may have missed. Comments about what motivates people to build Stonehenge replicas are also welcome!”
“The henge form is able to manipulate the volition centers of the brain in a way that fools the victim into believing that in fact he or she thought of and executed the construction of his own free will.”
Rumi
These spiritual window-shoppers,
who idly ask, ‘How much is that?’ Oh, I’m just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.
What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.
Where did you go? “Nowhere.”
What did you have to eat? “Nothing much.”
Even if you don’t know what you want,
buy something, to be part of the exchanging flow.
Start a huge, foolish project,
like Noah.
It makes absolutely no difference
what people think of you.
***
I asked, “what do I see? Is it an angel or a being?”
Said “It’s neither an angel nor a being, is another, say no more”
“Tell me what is. I will fall apart. End my torment?”
Said, “Just fall apart, be tormented, say no more!”
***
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are… Continue reading
The Song of Spells
The Song of Spells
145.
Those songs I know, which nor sons of men
nor queen in a king’s court knows;
the first is Help which will bring thee help
in all woes and in sorrow and strife.
146.
A second I know, which the son of men
must sing, who would heal the sick.
147.
A third I know: if sore need should come
of a spell to stay my foes;
when I sing that song, which shall blunt their swords,
nor their weapons nor staves can wound.
148.
A fourth I know: if men make fast
in chains the joints of my limbs,
when I sing that song which shall set me free,
spring the fetters from hands and feet.
149.
A fifth I know: when I see, by foes shot,
speeding a shaft through the host,
flies it never so strongly I still can stay it,
if I get but a glimpse of its flight.
150.
A sixth I know: when some thane would harm me
in runes on a moist tree’s root,
on his head alone shall light the ills
of the curse that he called upon mine.
151.
A seventh I know: if I see… Continue reading
I Buried Maia Today
I buried Maia today. Maia was a 2 or 3-year-old black, white and brown beagle. Born into a puppy mill and kept there to become a momma, or breeder, she came to us obese, frightened, unsocialized and pregnant.
Now folks, lets makes perfectly clear here, there are excellent dog breeders, dog breeders, irresponsible dog breeders (back yard breeders generally fall into this category), bad breeders, and then there are puppy mills.
Puppy mills are to dog breeding as feedlots are to farming.
Think filthy dogs in small pens or cages, maybe stuck indoors hidden in a barn or shed, never seeing the sunlight, stacked row upon row, and on top of each other. Fed with automatic feeders (aka pig feeders) and such, their cages being cleaned out once a week by a person with kicking boots, a swinging shovel, a yelling voice and a garden hose.
Think half starved dogs lying in a mud-filled outdoor pen that may or may not be smaller than your living room. Shivering with cold or panting from the heat, fighting over not enough food. Drinking water out of shit and mud filled puddles and dirty dog dishes. Not just one pen with one dog,… Continue reading
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