#69.20 - That is why we are here
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| Results at the print workshop Four native Irish trees and a blackbird Yew, Alder, Rowan and Crab Apple |
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| Mixing colours! Weee!!!! |
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| Examining my work |
Ah.... coffee...
Yesterday's Nice Thing: I got everything back into shape. All because of running.
After a one and a half of blobbing and feeling sorry for myself - astoundingly at the very same time that Mercury went into Retrograde - I managed to pull myself together by going for a run first, and then...
1. Cleaning the dining area
2. Planning everything
2. Organising my finances
3. Sorting out my emails
4. Doing Elements stuff
I also did do some housework - but not a lot. But that was loads. And I also watched The Tale of Princess Kagunaya which was very very sad and beautiful. I just ended up bawling my eyes out. It was the love of her parents and her struggle against the mores of the time. It was surprisingly touching, like Graveyard of the Fireflies because I had never heard of the story. Just one of those amazing gems that floats about the world and is only known to those who have seen it.
So, I have fifteen minutes left to do this. I must do some class prep before I go for my run, so I will do some writing before I do that. The day is now good. As long as I get out for my run at 6.15. I have also managed to put oil on my skin every morning and every evening and this is good for the skin. Running also helps make the skin glow and that is good for everyone. I am so so grateful for everything I have. Who knew that running when I was 15 would help me out when I am 49? Who knew that? Who knew that having sons would lead me to Steiner education? Who knew that studying Malay would bring me to live in a rainforest? Who knew that Steiner education would get me to garden? And I am not stopping now. I am never stopping. Not if I can help it.
Watching Kagunaya last night was so sad. She said she wasted her time on Earth being a miserable git and now she had to leave. It was such a wonderful depiction of a parents' unconditional love and her anger at having to compromise who she was. The saddest part was when they said they didn't want her to go and the robe of forgetfulness was placed on her shoulders. Buddha coming down from the Moon was also so fascinating - the detachment was seen as heartless - that is what Death is. When we return and leave the Earth behind. Despite all the suffering and sorrow and uncleanliness, this is what life is.
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| Blackbirds... yes, I am good a birds, I know Legs are a bit thick but I didn't want them to come off... also it is my first stenciling |
Watching it made me realise how much I need to look after what I have left. In so many ways we all are Kagunaya - some of us more than others - me, for instance - but our bittersweet relationship with life is what makes life that rich tapestry, and when it is time to leave, no matter how difficult life has been, we want to stay. We want to stay on this beautiful Earth. To self actualise. To become part of life, to drink it all in. That is why we are here.
It took a cartoon to remind me of this. Kagunaya had everything - she had experienced the freedom of poverty as well as the privilege of wealth. She was courted and she was loved. She was gifted and she was spoiled. She was filled with the delights of life and she was contrary. It is definitely in my cannon of favourite films, definitely. Right time for some creative writing. I must get up earlier if I am to do this more - the creative writing. Or do the formal class prep at night. Today - today everything will be made right.
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