The Chilean poet Pablo Neruda (incidentally first his 'pen name' then legal name) wrote exclusively in green ink because it is the color of "Esperanza"...hope. I 'hope' Cross pen refills come in green? I think not...but I could be wrong. I feel like channeling some Pablo Neruda love.
And I think about how this kriya I am doing (Laya Yoga), helps one to let go into what is truly essential. For me, that would be hope for sure. Yesterday's meditation in GuruSandesh' class for envisioning our dreams on 10.10.10 had me filled with tremendous hope that my heart will open so wiiiiidddeee! Like Sade, I want my love wider than Victoria Lake, taller than the Empire State! I think of the Meiji Emperor's wanga poem: Like a sky in clear, light green I wish my heart would be as vast!
And then I think of what is truly essential. More than hope. More than faith (and lovely people with names like Faye and Tutu)...it is love. And as hokey and goofy as some people might think I am...so what? If looking up videos of 'Marcel the Shell with Shoes On' and Rick Astley Rick Rolls keeps me from agonizing too much over a loved one getting diagnosed with prostate cancer, early but in an aggressive form, then I say Marcel and Rick Astley rule! They along with chocolate, books, paints, yoga, walks in the park, and friends who truly care (and don't dump me the way they did when Mom died) are what I love right now. That and Björk. And flowers pressed in books. And Brian Froud's "Pressed Faeries" book. Hell, I love faeries! And I am not afraid to say so!
I love Antoine de Saint Exupery's "The Little Prince", and how he says what is essential is invisible to the eye. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. You can see it in an Instant Message if the sender sent it, you can read it in an e-mail. Words are powerful: spoken or written. My intuition always tells me if someone is really sincere. It's in their words. It's in their hearts. I'm looking for what is invisible to most eyes...the color green around someone's heart chakra. And I'm looking for green ink so I can channel the poet Pablo Neruda in my diary...
Do you have a copy of the book your mom put together of Dad's poetry and diary excerpts? If I remember correctly in the back is a great drawing with fairies and poem our great grandmother had done...
ReplyDeleteNo, I will have to ask Dad. It must be beautiful. My mother's father's sister painted faeries too. On porcelain china. As a child, we had the whole series of 'The Flower Faeries' books. Karen even created a written language for the faeries, and wrote out a little book. Lilliputian-size, of course. But I don't remember seeing what you are describing...?
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