Just got back from a Dream Group Leader Intensive and did a reflective Short Story and then did a poem in French Pontoum Form using 8 phrases from.the reflection and then
Stanza 1 A B C D
Stanza 2 B E D F
Stanza 3 E G F H
Stanza 4 G I (or A or C) H J (or A or C)
The Virgin Lake calls and the Old Man surrounded by people and ideas
hurriedly answers as he must be with her spirit. In his haste, he
forgets that long ago ritual of hardening his bare feet at the beginning
of summer, but now softened by decades of shoe enclosure he feels every
sharp pebble on the gravel road. But summer’s last gasp is here and he
must be with her breath, her pneuma. Putting on the Life Vest as a
refuting the once youthful denial, he finds it tight. The young
attendant smiles as the Old Man waddles into the canoe and pushes off.
The Old Man sits heavy in the stern and the bow rises up sail-like to
catch the crossing zephyr which snickers as she pushes against the long
remembered and unused J-stroke. The cellular memory of Northern Rivers
returns on this Southern Lake, heading to new discoveries.
As a dragon fly, who will not be slain on this quest, flies by, trhe canoe spots a pink Water Lily, isolated and segregated alone away from the large while colony of White Water lilies. The pink petals of the flamboyant intruder catch the sun and are reflected in the water, as the Old Man marvels at the pale grey-blue inner petals and the bright yellow pollen laden rods promising more Pink immigrants whose roots will go deep into the dark rich mud. The Old Man thinks he hears the White Petaled ones harrumph that is the Pink is “So very –SO – You know!” in his showiness.
The paddle digs deeper coming to a downed drowned tree. The Old Man apologizes to the tree for bumping it with his paddle and asks the tree if she remembers reaching up to the sun, or praising in the light of Diana’s waning diadem as there had been last night and does she still dream of serving her Goddess in the watery sleep? She says she misses the turtles that have slipped off the sunny purchase of her broken limbs into the water, away from that hard shelled mammal mover the Old Man paddles. The turtles have left a remnant of refuse in their wake. “Refuse” is Majestic translation by Royal James Minions of that much earthier, fine old New Testament Pauline Philippian Greek word- “SKUBALA”. )" For I consider all “σκύβαλα“ that I may gain Christ (3:8))
That word bounces off the Old Man’s brain as he wonders how much Skubala is there in this Virgin Lake. There are the turtles, of course, and the geese, the fish, the dragonflies, and there was this Wedding Rehearsal party the night before. Did an over mellow Groom’s man recycle his beer? Did an embarrassed Ring Bearer relieve a remnant or frightened Flower Girl deposit her dew? The lake is not chaste but as Marion Woodman says, that the Pregnant Virgin archetype “has the courage to BE and the flexibility to be always BECOMING”. She can deal with it as she gives life and gives rich mud for the turtles, dragonflies and lilies.
The Old Man turns the canoe by the spillway and wonders if the water will reach the coast of the Great Sea. Will they meet again as all the waters return to Poseidon’s great Pond? The Old Man returns and baptizes himself in the waters of the Pregnant Virgins Lake’s Teaming beauty. He dives into the waters of the turtles resentments, the downed trees memories, the Pink Water lily’s pride. the memories of the waters of rivers and wombs gone by.
He walks back to the meeting, wincing again on the pebbles and takes the ancient Nun’s advice to offer up the pain as participation in the fullness of life. He laughs as he almost remembers “Blessed are the feet of those who bring God- News”. Tom Wilson August 2014
Stanza 1 A B C D
Stanza 2 B E D F
Stanza 3 E G F H
Stanza 4 G I (or A or C) H J (or A or C)
The Old Man and the Lake
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| A fine picture I got off web of Kanuga Lake |
As a dragon fly, who will not be slain on this quest, flies by, trhe canoe spots a pink Water Lily, isolated and segregated alone away from the large while colony of White Water lilies. The pink petals of the flamboyant intruder catch the sun and are reflected in the water, as the Old Man marvels at the pale grey-blue inner petals and the bright yellow pollen laden rods promising more Pink immigrants whose roots will go deep into the dark rich mud. The Old Man thinks he hears the White Petaled ones harrumph that is the Pink is “So very –SO – You know!” in his showiness.
The paddle digs deeper coming to a downed drowned tree. The Old Man apologizes to the tree for bumping it with his paddle and asks the tree if she remembers reaching up to the sun, or praising in the light of Diana’s waning diadem as there had been last night and does she still dream of serving her Goddess in the watery sleep? She says she misses the turtles that have slipped off the sunny purchase of her broken limbs into the water, away from that hard shelled mammal mover the Old Man paddles. The turtles have left a remnant of refuse in their wake. “Refuse” is Majestic translation by Royal James Minions of that much earthier, fine old New Testament Pauline Philippian Greek word- “SKUBALA”. )" For I consider all “σκύβαλα“ that I may gain Christ (3:8))
That word bounces off the Old Man’s brain as he wonders how much Skubala is there in this Virgin Lake. There are the turtles, of course, and the geese, the fish, the dragonflies, and there was this Wedding Rehearsal party the night before. Did an over mellow Groom’s man recycle his beer? Did an embarrassed Ring Bearer relieve a remnant or frightened Flower Girl deposit her dew? The lake is not chaste but as Marion Woodman says, that the Pregnant Virgin archetype “has the courage to BE and the flexibility to be always BECOMING”. She can deal with it as she gives life and gives rich mud for the turtles, dragonflies and lilies.
The Old Man turns the canoe by the spillway and wonders if the water will reach the coast of the Great Sea. Will they meet again as all the waters return to Poseidon’s great Pond? The Old Man returns and baptizes himself in the waters of the Pregnant Virgins Lake’s Teaming beauty. He dives into the waters of the turtles resentments, the downed trees memories, the Pink Water lily’s pride. the memories of the waters of rivers and wombs gone by.
He walks back to the meeting, wincing again on the pebbles and takes the ancient Nun’s advice to offer up the pain as participation in the fullness of life. He laughs as he almost remembers “Blessed are the feet of those who bring God- News”. Tom Wilson August 2014
The Old Man and the Lake
Tom Wilson --- August 2014
The Lake calls and the Old Man answers
J-Stroke paddling to other side
Through waters of Memories
Deep dark Mud nourishes Lilly roots
J-Stroke paddling to other side
Frogs on downed drowned trees
Deep dark Mud nourishes Lilly roots
Worshipping Diana’s waning diadem
Frogs on downed drowned trees
All the waters returning
Worshiping Diana’s waning diadem
Pregnant Virgin Lake giving life
All the waters returning
Through waters of Memories
Pregnant Virgin Lake giving life
The Lake calls and the Old Man answers
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