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The Dark Tea Time of the Soul What do you do when you find the hour of the wolf upon you? I think for me it is the simple dreams the small fantasies that get me thru the long depressing days like today… the pouring rain, the bleak sky neither morning nor night, one continual chill that makes every sore, broken bone and emotional wound ache with victorious gloom. I retreat in to my head and ponder the simple things. The ease of hot-water stirs imagination. I am somewhere else on a tropic island. I can almost feel the ebb of the tide, the sailors breezy wind blowing towards ports of distant call - exotic destinations. I am fortunate I don’t have to work today. The fall is approaching and I am soon to class again taking up the scholarly ruffles of reading and writing the mundane things of academic half truths so I can enjoy the mirages of my mind. Soon it will be the minute’s ponderings between lectures, clutching the lotto ticket, my opium, the restful break from bleak words and austere surroundings.. There I dare to dream as you have as well … I would build a house with open floor plan and long planks like the native long houses with simple covering and deeply spiritual meaning embedded in it’s every design and use. There would be space for many guests to come and go and the air would be humming with that sense of well being and home. The food would be simple and easy. In the back a few private spaces and inner statuary of steam rooms, saunas and roman tubs and private meeting chambers (I am sure you know what they are for) and the front door would open with huge arch under a cover. A deck peeks out at Ocean Mountains and mysterious moon. I am sure it won’t cost a million but it’s a good start…. I think it time to soak in the tub.
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