"3 OF MY LOVES"
'Afishin in The Backwaters of Lake Roussea"
(circa a few years back )
Photograph by Annie B. Siemer
“MAYDAY! MAYDAY!"
According
to wikipedia:
“Mayday
got its start as an international distress call in 1923. It was made
official in 1948. It was the idea of Frederick Mockford, who was a
senior radio officer at Croydon Airport in London. He came up with
the idea for “mayday" because it sounded like the French word
m'aider, which means “help me."*
A
FEW DAYS AGO, I COULD NOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME REMEMBER HOW TO SAY
“THANK YOU” IN FRENCH.
I also could not remember the origin of the saying "May-DAY" AND I think I thought it also meant May 1st. Black mold and other pollens have kicked in again and simultaneaously ...this is the time of the year when the river of my creativity starts to boil over again...and the river this time is over-tired of impeding the flow.
I,
like many over the past 30 years or so, have been trying to be
Thankful for what I/We DO have...to focus on that, instead of what we
lack.
Knowing full well that what we focus on, we get more of.
AND,
as a seeker of truths, and a reader of books about a plethora of mystical (FUSION-MOSAIC) pathways...
I have wanted to say “Thank
You”
for my blessings as much as possible, knowing on a higher level …
that what we acknowledge and are Thankful for,
or GRATEFUL for..., WE GET
MORE OF
and what we focus on not having, remains so.
"As you think you travel; as you love, you attract. You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.
You cannot escape the results of your thoughts, but you can endure and learn, can accept and be glad. You will always come to the place where your LOVE (your most abiding and intense thought) can receive it's measure of gratification. If your love be base, you will come to a base place; if it be beautiful, it will come to a beautiful place"....
"The dreamers are the saviours of the world. As the visible world
is sustained by the invisible, so men, through all their trials and sins
and sordid vocations, are nourished by the beautiful visions of their
solitary dreamers. Humanity cannot forget its dreamers; it cannot let
their ideals fade and die; it lives in them; it knows them as the realities which it shall one day see and know." James Allen
So
on that morning , I was trying to say “Thank You “ in the few
languages that I do know, but more importantly THE ONE that I learned
(read: memorized and regurgitated) at Bishop Ready H.S. in Columbus,
Ohio...FRENCH.
So
I wandered about the yard and house saying the others: Gracias,
Gratzi...in my head and (out loud to my self and Dad ) I kept saying
,
“I know it’s a romance
language, so it must also start with Gee”...to no avail. I
couldn’t even remember what GEO told me a few years back, how to
say
“Hankta Ouya” in Portagee.
Hours
went by as my memory loss nightmare continued. Finally I succumbed
to the info cache of the azure blue sky with clouds, Google, who
relieved me of my temporary lapse, with “Merci Beaucoups” of
course!!!!!
I
was immediately overjoyed with the mere sound of that.
Phonetically,
mer-sea….the same word twice followed by bow-coo, beautiful
coups…. which brings me back around, eddy-style to why I
wanted to write this post in the first place….to say:
WAKE
UP!!!..MAYDAY, MAYDAY!
through these changing times, to continue on this
pathway of LOVE, mutual understanding, acceptance, cooperation,
compassion...continuing to see ourselves in the mirror of who we
(believe) is the other, as our very own self.
TO
BE GRATEFUL for WHAT WE DO HAVE…
To
no longer have collective amnesia and fall back into this consumer
nightmare that we have (seemingly) created/become ...
robotic
beings thumb-texting our way down sidewalks and the highway, endlessly collecting (what Doctor Seuss made famous in his book, THE LORAX)
as "Thneeds" or rather
" THE THINGS WE THINK WE NEED" .
"UNLESS" WE ALL START TO SEE...
THAT THERE ARE AS MANY LININGS to This Current Crisis, as there
are many more colors in the wheel,
MYRIAD (I LOVE THAT WORD) MORE
COLORS ,
than Silver.
THAT WE ARE TRULY ALL..
IN THE SAME BOAT!
AND
to finally
SEE
and
FEEL
what it’s like to have the
whole world
breakdown into a
collective
LAUGHTER
and somehow see how
IT'S ALL
DIVINE COMEDY.
That
we are
ONE
despite these many illusions of separation,
EVERYTHING is
happening exactly how it should,*
( and I as an empathic person who
feels everything...
is a wide open book
has wide open eyes
rolls like thunder at times
she who-laughs-as-she-runs-sometimes
feels for the folks who now
DONT HAVE FOOD
have been left to fend for themselves
calling me-myself-i
"annespaceanniebziggyabaloneain'tquittin'buffalowomanthistle
aiyuninieuharleeeulaliathunderbolteddy"
while the megapetrochem and big pharma industries
stand to make a killing
me the
double-Libra Scorpio rising
harmonica playing drummmer
TRIES VERY HARD TO MAKE SENSE OF ALL OF THIS
feels
the horrible reality of not being able to touch our loved ones,
lost or otherwise
one foot in this world
one foot in that
one foot on land
the other in sea
feels
that there are still thousands of "Undocumented families"
separated in unfathomable conditions at or southern border
separate as rumi eluded to
"as a reed from the river"
KNOWING FULL WELL THAT MY ART HAS ALWAYS SHOWN ME
THEN FORGETTING
AGAIN
PHEW.........)
to trust each other enough to
“Come
back home”
to the heart of it all.
US
and that :
"UNLESS"
someone like you, cares a whole awful lot, things are not going to get better , they're not".
ALL
is ALL Y’all. ALL IS ALL.
O and Merci BEAUCOUPS !!!!
iremembered
all:
"Unless Someone Like You Cares A Whole Awful Lot,
Things are not going to get better, they're NOT".
The Lorax Seuss
et/and btw
she still
changes everything she touches
and everything she touches
changes
