CORONAVIRUS AND THE 13 GRANDMOTHER APPLE TREES

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ON PRINCIPAL,  I avoid pure red or green apples. I love the red-oranged, and pink-toned fruits with dense meat and sweet taste.  Today, 13 grandmother apple trees offer me low hanging fruits. From the branch bending nearest, I pluck an apple, and respectively bite into it. I stand in their circle, sheltered from the bright sun, and dazzled by shadow and light sparkling at my feet.  Suddenly, a story told to me by my maternal grandmother comes to mind.

She said the tree was as full as it was gnarly with deep roots drinking unseen waters.  “I realized an Octopus lived under the ground,” she said, “when I noticed roots poking out of the soil and weaving themselves among the root systems of other trees!”  She described its bushy head as wide, high, and filled with different birds and insects.  “That darn tree opened a hole in itself so that four-leggeds could live there.”

She said she would nap, during summer afternoons,  between the trees exposed roots and dream of people and things she read about or once knew is nd – later – would draw on paper.  I still have one of her sketches of a black squirrel perched in a tree with cheeks full of nuts, to be hidden in her den before Autumn leaves fall and winter blows cold.

Her daughter – my mother – kept stories hidden. She sheltered inside our house and only smiled around us kids.  After the last of us left home, she said she had done her job and died – just three months after my grandmother passed.

I am pleased they are together. I await her wisdom surrounded by 13 grandmother trees, rooted together with an octopus, and protecting four-leggeds inside them. Right now, my job is to stand surrounded by the things I love, protected by roots and trees and fruits.  Do stories only come from my maternal line?  Perhaps they come from everything.

Because the Corona Virus is a terrible gift, it is a treasure. St. Corona is known as the Saint of Treasures. While she is not associated with pandemic cures, the world now thinks of her that way.  I like to think the cause is the peoples’ innate understanding of how finding middle ground at the juncture of opposites is a gold mine. St. Christopher also was known as the Saint of Treasures; later, that changed, and he resurrected into the Patron Saint of Travelers.

Now, stand in the center of the 13 Grandmother apple trees. Call forth treasures from St. Corona and Saint Christopher. As you travel through isolation, let the second Saint go with you.  How will you use this time?

To re-write the narrative of your own story, more authentically representing yourself; or, perhaps you will sketch images of your helper guardians, adding watercolors or acrylics to enliven their forms? Maybe camera shots of the tiniest things can better bring your world into focus. How can you creatively help others out of despair and hopelessness?

Remember to make BEAUTY AND PLEASURE your path companions.

BEAUTY & PLEASURE ON UNITY

BEAUTY & PLEASURE first created a WHOLE world gleaming with multifaceted gems and then halved into pastels and muted tones so mortals could tolerate the BRIGHT WHOLE OF THE PARTS. Across millennium moral concepts affixed to either one and this, too, is part of the WHOLE. In early morning or late evening, brilliant diversity remains in the sky; look then and remember YOU!IMG_2755

TRANSFORMATION – THE FIRST SHIELD OF BEAUTY AND PLEASURE

My first and updated writing about the shields…

The five senses connect to BEAUTY & PLEASURE; here, I am including the 6th sense and defining it as intuition and perception.

Intuition – partially – is something known without knowing and operates from PERCEPTION.

PERCEPTION is SEEING the world by recognizing impacts of outer on inner culture and visa versa.

It is also the ability to SEE the BIG picture framing LITTLE TIME.

LITTLE TIME – is the place holder where loss, grief and anger daily occur.

ADDING TO THIS..

TRANSFORMATION – THE FIRST SHIELD OF BEAUTY AND PLEASURE

 

TRANSFORMATION is the first shield of BEAUTY & PLEASURE because it is so difficult to understand amidst loss, grief, anger, hopelessness, and fear – the five emotions of the POUNDING FIST that pummels human spirit into the ground where the real WORK begins. The ground demands tilling. So, get your oxen or mule team, stand behind them, and follow. The animal team bears the BLADE: hold the reins and team across crusted earth; open it to hidden rich and fertile ground and plant the POUNDING FIST here. Rest in the moist DARKNESS TURNING TO LIGHT across many suns and moons.

Only the WORK produces fields of sunflowers reminding us that death brings new life and to always follow the light.

TRANSFORMATION IS THE BUTTERFLY AND THE WORK BEFORE FIRST FLIGHT!

BEAUTY & PLEASURE IS A SUNDAY KIND OF LOVE

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Etta James sings about a “Sunday Kind of Love:”

I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last
Past Saturday night

And I’d like to know
It’s more than
Love at first sight
And I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yeah, yeah

Beauty & Pleasure conceives, blossoms, and matures in seconds AND on Sundays. It values the here and now above all

and dwells in secret and on CNN.

It dances with beginnings and endings

knowing they are the same and different.

It is a BIG LOVE for Beauty & Pleasure.

 

BEAUTY & PLEASURE AND SUICIDE:KATE SPADE AND ANTHONY BOURDAIN

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Tragedy is BEAUTY & PLEASURES life work;

where it proves more than pretty words and titillation.

It lives in sorrow, anger, and deep grief

especially for those left behind and leaving.

It is January Sparrow sheltering against

a warm, fifth story window and

Bright Red Tulip crowning

in a field of snow.

Good bye Kate & Anthony,

you just

let

go

because of the cold

and moved

to the warmth

of hearts.

Connie C. Cox©2018

BEAUTY AND PLEASURE: KNOWING EACH OTHER

Mighty Aphrodite Rising Out Of The Sea Foam by Henry Courtney Selous

 

Between us are many levels of knowing.

In our knowing the familiar move

 away from “either or”

and closer to “yes and.”

Aphrodite rises in lush water

spending herself in sea foam

straddling

wave crested

shores.

She sits in the middle

between

one and two

on

three!

Knowing each other

demands inclusion

of everything

we are

and

are not.

RE-MEMBERING SACRED BEAUTY & PLEASURE

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This image is the Padernal Mountain in Northern New Mexico. Georgia O’Keeffe painted it from Ghost Ranch; her connection with this peak was so strong, her loved ones scattered her ashes across it’s flat top at her passing.  Students attending Lynn Andrews School for Sacred Arts and Training between 2007 and 2011 know it as Spider Woman Mountain. Each student has a different reason for connecting with the mountain.  It reminds me of the immense BEAUTY of the school teachings and the PLEASURE of studying them with my mentors, fellow students, and Lynn.

What BEAUTY & PLEASURE did you found there?

Feel it again by looking at the mountain and

Remembering sacred

BEAUTY & PLEASURE IS DREAMING THE SACRED

Honey_Bee4This from Carl Jung’s General Aspects of Dream Psychology, 1916:

“This whole creation is essentially subjective, and the dream is the theater where the dreamer is at once: scene, actor, prompter, stage manager, author, audience, and critic.”

You have awakened in your dream when you enact your vision so birth it in a sacred way by calling BEAUTY & PLEASURE into your circle of power.

Choreograph this dance with beautiful music and pleasurable sensations. In this way, dreaming YOU is dreaming sacred.

BEAUTY & PLEASURE = YOUR INNER COMPASS

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Pretend you are Anthropologists and look at behaviors versus thoughts and feelings.  What do your actions reveal about the operation of your INNER COMPASS and where it has pointed you? Do chaotic times and relationships mean your compass is broken; or does it mean that BEAUTY & PLEASURE has pointed you to challenges and lessons leading toward enlightenment and SELF expansion?  

BEAUTY & PLEASURE = DANGER?!!!

The bright day blew a warm breeze across my naked body.  I wondered if the butterflies in my stomach were causing my panties to get wet – it couldn’t be his hand.    Was it my period or something even more sinister? The carpet of green spring grasses and tiny flowers was soft and smelled  lovely…and that blue sky!

Then a female voice reached my ears and stopped the honey bee song: “Get away from her you bad boy…what are you doing?  And YOU are nothing but a tramp in training!

I didn’t even know what a Tramp was, but I knew it was bad and something I didn’t want to be;  I asked my Mother why Mrs. Jones called me that and then sent me home.

Mother’s eyes got big: “Don’t tell your father.”

Why would I tell him anyway?

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Like many of you I was never given the SACRED WORDS that described the biology of puberty’s gifts. These words are SACRED because they inform.  Information leads to power and Women who recognize the SACRED in BEAUTY & PLEASURE are powerful.

Here is a quote from an ARTSY article:

What Depictions of Medusa Say about the Way Society Views Powerful Women – Artsy

“Yet the fears embodied by Medusa are two-pronged: The sexually independent woman is dangerous, but so, too, is the politically independent one. For centuries, women in power (or fighting for power) have been compared to Medusa, from Marie Antoinette to the suffragettes. Johnston suggests an exercise: Google any famous woman’s name, from Angela Merkel to Nancy Pelosi, along with the word “Medusa.”

ARE THERE ANY MEDUSA’S OUT THERE – OR SOMEONE WHO HAS BEEN GIFTED TO KNOW ONE? PLEASE COMMENT, THEN.

 

 

Curriculum Vitae – Yours and Mine

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Fire catcher of 62 years.

mix oxygen and heat.

merge freedom and passion.

measure life and death.

 

Long awaited flames reveal known, surreal

and new shadows:

Interior landscapes demanding respect –

providing it shatters me!

Creative force pumps my Hollow Bones, focusing and holding the opposites for seconds.

 

But each second is a lifetime

of multiverse mirrors flashing, flashing.

 

Fire catching for 62 years.

A long simmer and why?

 

IMAGINATION AND YOUR GLEAMING SELF

The truth of STORY is the ability to expand, deepen and change perspective of writer and reader and – hopefully – the greater culture; IMAGINATION is energy propelling change and bridging participants in story mystique.  All my stories are true in this sense.  Creative non-fiction describes them best.  The protective liberties I have taken with those still living include combining personality aspects, scenes, and places.  This first story is an example of how Beauty and Pleasure are very much dependent on the suspension of disbelief otherwise known as imagination.  John O’ Donohue  writes this:

“Sadly, whether from resentment, fear or blindness, beauty is often refused, repudiated, or cut                                                 down to the size of our timid perceptions…we turn away from all that is wholesome and true, and deliver ourselves into an exile…”

 

“Well, she said it happened that way!”

“No, it didn’t: I was the one kissing her and I should know!  It was a great kiss but not like she said”

I was 14 and he 16 and we shared a kiss – my first – at a teenage party.  His confidence was outrageous. He gently lifted my chin close to his face and parted my lips with his tongue. That embrace released Butterfly’s across all of me. The cocoon of warmth surrounding us magnified the chilled air.

I repeated this to all my friends and each retelling transported me back to the scene.

Two weeks later, encircled by them, I died of embarrassment and shame to learn HE did not share my thoughts on our kiss.

I still remember how low the stars were that night.

The same thing happened to me recently on Facebook.  I commented about a big crush I had on a cute guy in 7th grade: a female class mate said, “Oh everyone had a crush on him.”

Have you ever had something Beautiful that brought you Pleasure and others saw it as coarse and ordinary?

Let this sandpaper world scrape you raw.

Blow off the wood dust!

Let Beauty and Pleasure finish you

Into your radiant, gleaming SELF.

Connie C. Cox©2018