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Remembering...
Jan. 9th, 2003 07:23 am"Once upon a time what took such good care of me was a guardian spirit and I damn well knew how to pay it appropriate attention. Despite this invisible caring, we prefer to imagine ourselves thrown naked into the world utterly vulnerable and fundamentally alone. It is easier to accept the story of heroic self-made developmaent than the story that you may be well loved by this guiding providence, that you are needed for what you bring and that you are sometimes fortuitiously helped by it in situations of distress." -James Hillman,"The Soul's Code"
Synchronicities, if we "believe" in them ,are everywhere. Yesterday I recieved a copy of Stephen Harrod Buhner's "The Lost Language of Plants: The Ecological Importance of Plant Medicines and Life on Earth". Throughout the book, he quotes herbal teachers, some of them I consider friends, and people that have been in my life in one strange not-so-connected way or another. One of the books quoted is one that Kheni gave me for the Holidays (Thank you, Kheni! I love it!), "The Soul's Code", where that quote above came from.
Ironically it came from an interview I saw a few months ago on PBS with Robert Redford, about acting, and directing and that particular book. I appreciate who Robert Redford is as an actor, as a film maker and mentor to others. I cannot, however consider myself an avid fan. It is just interesting how he sort of inadvertently keeps cropping up in my life. When I lived in Las Vegas in 1983 for six months, singing etc., I lived in a three bedroom ranch style house off of Maryland Parkway, that was reputed by the owner to have been the very same one that Redford had lived in during the filming of Electric Horseman because he refused to live in one of the hotels. Knowing what I know about Las Vegas, and having listened to Redford and his philosophies and values, I could well understand. The information, I remember, raised my eyebrow, and I didn't think that the person had any reason to lie, but it made little difference to me. It was a nice house, it was not overly luxurious, other than it had an olympic sized swimming pool, a barbeque entertainment area big enough to roast a side of beef on, a shower like the one out of Mommy Dearest, a sunken roman tub off my room, and a very nice wine closet. It had no formal dining room, but everything in the house was natural materials, and the yard/garden was filled with natural desert plants. I would more often times than not sleep on the pool deck that was on the edge of the garden, beneath a fat palm tree and some gorgeous yucca plants. My reason for doing so was not only because my housemates saw fit to air condition the hell out of the house and for a vocalist, and I wanted to avoid what is commonly called 'Vegas Throat' (stemming from the in and out of hot desert temperatures to the super-cooled interior of casinos, business and homes), but because I simply loved being out there. At night, the temperature was quite comfortable, and it wasn't like it was going to rain! ;-) During those times I could easily imagine myself having gone back in time to Ancient Kemet.
The house was far enough situated from the Strip, that no one bothered with it and the neighborhood was peaceful. You felt as if you could have been anywhere. We were a block and a half off of Maryland Parkway, and three or four from Desert Inn (the street, not the hotel), and in fifteen to twenty minutes in at least two directions, you were out of town into the glorious desert. The desert where you could listen to eagles calling out to you and find yourself staring up at the immense walls of mountains of canyons with a sense of awe.
One of the best places outside of Vegas, and one of my very favorite places in the whole world for its natural beauty is Red Rock Canyon. Its breathtaking. :-) It is the place where my co-worker at Frontier, Denise, got engaged last week. When she told me where her fiance had proposed and gave her that gorgeous, HUGE, marquise-shaped diamond, I had to smile. She and her fiance had been rock climbing and commented how peaceful and utterly beautiful it was. I could definitely relate.
Anyway, its amazing how seemingly small details, and un-connected things, become connected and woven together in the tapestry that are our lives.
So I need to get myself ready to drive out to Norway. Its been thankfully quiet lately. This will give me a chance to get to the company library and do some more research for my own work.
Synchronicities, if we "believe" in them ,are everywhere. Yesterday I recieved a copy of Stephen Harrod Buhner's "The Lost Language of Plants: The Ecological Importance of Plant Medicines and Life on Earth". Throughout the book, he quotes herbal teachers, some of them I consider friends, and people that have been in my life in one strange not-so-connected way or another. One of the books quoted is one that Kheni gave me for the Holidays (Thank you, Kheni! I love it!), "The Soul's Code", where that quote above came from.
Ironically it came from an interview I saw a few months ago on PBS with Robert Redford, about acting, and directing and that particular book. I appreciate who Robert Redford is as an actor, as a film maker and mentor to others. I cannot, however consider myself an avid fan. It is just interesting how he sort of inadvertently keeps cropping up in my life. When I lived in Las Vegas in 1983 for six months, singing etc., I lived in a three bedroom ranch style house off of Maryland Parkway, that was reputed by the owner to have been the very same one that Redford had lived in during the filming of Electric Horseman because he refused to live in one of the hotels. Knowing what I know about Las Vegas, and having listened to Redford and his philosophies and values, I could well understand. The information, I remember, raised my eyebrow, and I didn't think that the person had any reason to lie, but it made little difference to me. It was a nice house, it was not overly luxurious, other than it had an olympic sized swimming pool, a barbeque entertainment area big enough to roast a side of beef on, a shower like the one out of Mommy Dearest, a sunken roman tub off my room, and a very nice wine closet. It had no formal dining room, but everything in the house was natural materials, and the yard/garden was filled with natural desert plants. I would more often times than not sleep on the pool deck that was on the edge of the garden, beneath a fat palm tree and some gorgeous yucca plants. My reason for doing so was not only because my housemates saw fit to air condition the hell out of the house and for a vocalist, and I wanted to avoid what is commonly called 'Vegas Throat' (stemming from the in and out of hot desert temperatures to the super-cooled interior of casinos, business and homes), but because I simply loved being out there. At night, the temperature was quite comfortable, and it wasn't like it was going to rain! ;-) During those times I could easily imagine myself having gone back in time to Ancient Kemet.
The house was far enough situated from the Strip, that no one bothered with it and the neighborhood was peaceful. You felt as if you could have been anywhere. We were a block and a half off of Maryland Parkway, and three or four from Desert Inn (the street, not the hotel), and in fifteen to twenty minutes in at least two directions, you were out of town into the glorious desert. The desert where you could listen to eagles calling out to you and find yourself staring up at the immense walls of mountains of canyons with a sense of awe.
One of the best places outside of Vegas, and one of my very favorite places in the whole world for its natural beauty is Red Rock Canyon. Its breathtaking. :-) It is the place where my co-worker at Frontier, Denise, got engaged last week. When she told me where her fiance had proposed and gave her that gorgeous, HUGE, marquise-shaped diamond, I had to smile. She and her fiance had been rock climbing and commented how peaceful and utterly beautiful it was. I could definitely relate.
Anyway, its amazing how seemingly small details, and un-connected things, become connected and woven together in the tapestry that are our lives.
So I need to get myself ready to drive out to Norway. Its been thankfully quiet lately. This will give me a chance to get to the company library and do some more research for my own work.
