The dreams were not a peaceful place, instead Cordelia woke after a few early morning hours on the bed with the blood pounding in her ear. "Pressure's on!" It's tricky to be so purple in a world that only loves you if you wear it. Even that took some press and for sure Alice Walker had her hands in there to sway the collective. Cordelia loves Alice Walker. If they were standing shoulder to shoulder Alice would be the taller of them. There was a kinship with smallish and passionate women!
With the onset of the damp and dark winter, Cordelia's sleep schedule was reckoned by the actual light and dark. When it got dark, she climbed into bed never mind by the clock it was just somewhere between 5 and 6. It was good she lived alone, though sometimes she longed for intimacy, there was a deep pleasure in not having to flex around another's needs or proclivities. It was times like these when the internal fires were stirred, and soaked, with Lono (the Atmosphere) that Cordelia felt most in a dither!
A Rescue might be nice. But then she thought of that girl character Scandinavian Pippy Longstockings and that other 'girl' from Hawaiian mythology -- Hi'iaka, and walked out the door to breathe slowly the cool air of Saratoga Pass. In her real and present-time self Cordelia wondered, and breathed, wondered and finally came to this. Laughing to think that maybe rescuing was not just a Princely (as in Prince Charming) role she was good at rescuing and who said this couldn't be a his/her/their thing!
"Damnation," Cordelia said to herself and any goddess or angels within the zone, "trying so hard to be a substitute. I never never never liked being a substitute teacher (or another other stand-in)." Exhaling to allow remembering the dream -- that yoga studio dressed in her aloha shirt teaching a bunch of women who were hell bent on line dancing. "Geez, she set me up." Cordelia was flushed to a pitch of internal heat. No one was following her moves, so why the hell bother.
When she finally told the story to DP, he thought it was uproariously funny. He knew the yoga teacher from the dream. He knew the yoga teacher from their mutual past. From that vantage point, Cordelia Camilia could see the humor in it: sly Neptune (dream maker) moving through her Progressed Star Chart in the House of Relationships was having his way with her.
"Ha! What a fine way to deal with waking up under pressure. Dance, Delia! Line Dance Delia."
"You seem to be all trangled up in internal and external battlements," Purps stopped, spoke without mumbling between the business of nibbling grass and clumps of Chickweed. Delia was watching the mottled mocha and purple rabbit for signs of infection. A nasty hole below one of her eyes was ragged, but clean; she was healing. What appeared to be docile and cute bunny rabbits, the Wild Rabbits of Salish were that: wild. There were dozens of them who marked territory with certainty and if it wasn't kin that battered ya, the birds of prey and the coyote counted rabbit as choice meat.
With practice Cordelia was learning to hear the messages or feel the projections that could help her see the folly of her thinking. The bunnies, rabbits and hares were all about dancing with what was. They procreated often, knowing just how short life really is; and made no subtlety about loving sex! "Be fun to see em Line Dance. Or maybe yoga's their thing," so often she'd seen a mean lean fully extended 'Downward Facing Dog/Bunny.'
Or maybe life, dithers and all was just like the guy sez: "Gotta serve somebody."
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With the onset of the damp and dark winter, Cordelia's sleep schedule was reckoned by the actual light and dark. When it got dark, she climbed into bed never mind by the clock it was just somewhere between 5 and 6. It was good she lived alone, though sometimes she longed for intimacy, there was a deep pleasure in not having to flex around another's needs or proclivities. It was times like these when the internal fires were stirred, and soaked, with Lono (the Atmosphere) that Cordelia felt most in a dither!
A Rescue might be nice. But then she thought of that girl character Scandinavian Pippy Longstockings and that other 'girl' from Hawaiian mythology -- Hi'iaka, and walked out the door to breathe slowly the cool air of Saratoga Pass. In her real and present-time self Cordelia wondered, and breathed, wondered and finally came to this. Laughing to think that maybe rescuing was not just a Princely (as in Prince Charming) role she was good at rescuing and who said this couldn't be a his/her/their thing!
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| Pippy Longstockings illustrated by Ingrid Vang Nyman the inspiration behind the stories (hover over the image for a quote from Pippy Longstockings) |
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| Hi'iaka, Pele and Lohi'au by Dietrich Varez (For one version of the Hi'iaka tale click here.) |
"Damnation," Cordelia said to herself and any goddess or angels within the zone, "trying so hard to be a substitute. I never never never liked being a substitute teacher (or another other stand-in)." Exhaling to allow remembering the dream -- that yoga studio dressed in her aloha shirt teaching a bunch of women who were hell bent on line dancing. "Geez, she set me up." Cordelia was flushed to a pitch of internal heat. No one was following her moves, so why the hell bother.
When she finally told the story to DP, he thought it was uproariously funny. He knew the yoga teacher from the dream. He knew the yoga teacher from their mutual past. From that vantage point, Cordelia Camilia could see the humor in it: sly Neptune (dream maker) moving through her Progressed Star Chart in the House of Relationships was having his way with her.
"Ha! What a fine way to deal with waking up under pressure. Dance, Delia! Line Dance Delia."
With practice Cordelia was learning to hear the messages or feel the projections that could help her see the folly of her thinking. The bunnies, rabbits and hares were all about dancing with what was. They procreated often, knowing just how short life really is; and made no subtlety about loving sex! "Be fun to see em Line Dance. Or maybe yoga's their thing," so often she'd seen a mean lean fully extended 'Downward Facing Dog/Bunny.'
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| Bunnies Christmas Party Dancing Beatrix Potter (Click here for the trailer to the movie Miss Potter, the story of Beatrix Potter, "whose imagination inspired the world.") |
Or maybe life, dithers and all was just like the guy sez: "Gotta serve somebody."
You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
(and know how to 'fold' cutt'n your losses,
or dance in a line with cowgirl boots and a sassy sassy straw hat)
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearlsBut you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes
Indeed you're gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody ...
- a snippet of Bob Dylan (with inserts)
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