Moving is a theme these days, at least among my friends. At least five of them are doing it, or talking about it anyway. My dear friend Christi is back for a last load from our building, and plans a sale of all the treasures she’s collected over the years. She is way cool, and I’ve had some time to appreciate what she’s given me. So much really, and I don’t mean stuff. She’s living an authentic life, and it flows like water now. But, there’s always been a flow like that between us, like the way she rode her bike into our backyard one night, when I was looking for someone to guide me. Effortless grace, after I had the courage to ask, and hold an open space for a miracle.
I’ve not moved in four years, because I’m being moved, inside. It’s not that moving is bad, but I just had it mixed up with feeling better. I took myself with me wherever I went, and it was painful when my move didn’t deliver what I had hoped; security, a better whatever.
Today, I’m trying not to resist, or run, to or from anything. I’m letting something pass through me, until I am certain. Not of being right, but certain that my whole self is in the movement, and it’s wholehearted. I’m peaceful, and that is miraculous.
Living an inspired life looks objectively foolish. I’m even okay with that these days, because it doesn’t matter so much what things look like on the outside.
My sister authors collaborated with me this week to create a new cover for my book. It’s a blast working with them; we have something sacred between us. As the pictures flew back and forth, and the laughter of creation resounded, I finally had to say I needed a break. My mind must be still, before inspiration moves me. It was the next morning, that an image came to me from a friend in Ireland, and the result, is the new cover. I’d like to move some books, and this image really spoke to me. It’s a universal message, and process. The freedom of real. Being real, and being moved.
The book is free on Kindle June 22 and 23, so please pass the word.
Here’s some text about The Winged Victory of Simothrace:
The Nike of Samothrace, discovered in 1863, is estimated to have been created around 200-190 BC. It is 8ft (2.44m) high. It was created to not only honor the goddess, Nike, but to honor a sea battle. It conveys a sense of action and triumph as well as portraying artful flowing drapery through its features which the Greeks considered ideal beauty.
Modern excavations suggest that the Victory occupied a niche in an open-air theater and also suggest it accompanied an altar that was within view of the ship monument of Demetrius I Poliorcetes (337–283 BC). Rendered in white Parian marble, the figure originally formed part of the Samothrace temple complex dedicated to the Great gods, Megaloi Theoi. It stood on a rostral pedestal of gray marble from Lartos representing the prow of a ship (most likely a trihemiolia), and represents the goddess as she descends from the skies to the triumphant fleet. Before she lost her arms, which have never been recovered, Nike’s right arm is believed to have been raised, cupped round her mouth to deliver the shout of Victory. The work is notable for its convincing rendering of a pose where violent motion and sudden stillness meet, for its graceful balance and for the rendering of the figure’s draped garments, compellingly depicted as if rippling in a strong sea breeze. Similar traits can be seen in the Laocoön group which is a reworked copy of a lost original that was likely close both in time and place of origin to Nike, but while Laocoon, vastly admired by Renaissance and classicist artists, has come to be seen[by whom?] as a more self-conscious and contrived work, Nike of Samothrace is seen as an iconic depiction of triumphant spirit and of the divine momentarily coming face to face with man. It is possible, however, that the power of the work is enhanced by the very fact that the head is missing. (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winged_Victory_of_Samothrace)
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Here’s Van Morrison, Into the Mystic,