Summer rain

This afternoon I went out in the summer rain with an umbrella to keep my head dry but purposely wearing thong sandals so my feet would get wet - if you've never done this then I can highly recommend it. I was going to the shops to buy a newspaper - not so I could read it you understand, just so I could use it as a cat litter tray liner. Mind you the be-furred ones might read it - have you ever noticed that they read things through their bottoms? Put a newspaper on the floor and try to read it, the cat will always come and sit on it, so that's the conclusion I've come to. Sometimes they also go out of the room and come running back in again so they can jump on the newspaper and use it as a sledge. I might try that too actually; especially if the dormerportal was on the fritz, bit like a jump start kind of thing. I'd have to remember to take a piece of newspaper with me though in case it was still not starting properly on the way back. Just because, the alternate reality might be one where I hadn't bought a newspaper - or the alternate reality cat might have been reading it. Through it's bottom.

I'm holding onto this table to stop it floating away

alternate cat reality

I get to my alternate reality through the dormerportal of course but the cats seem to get to theirs through my shoe cupboard. I think the journey back was a bit bumpy once cos I found cat sick in my zip up ankle boot.

Have you ever

stayed up all night with the sole purpose of hearing the dawn chorus?
Have you ever picked up a pebble because it asked you to?
Have you ever decided that it wasnt just your imagination, that yes you were woken by someone saying your name in the middle of the night when you were in the house alone?
Have you ever put more clothes on instead of closing the windows because you couldn't bear to be shut off from the outside?
Have you ever noticed that time does actually stop sometimes?
Have you ever made yourself jump when you passed a mirror cos you wondered who that was?

Merry be got

I am robin's son,

I am hood's son,

I am john's son,

I am the merry be got.

I am the fruit of the greenwood marriage.

Do not tell the priest of my parents art,

for he would call it a sin,

for they have been out in the wood's all night,

a-gathering summer in,

aye a-gathering summer in.

Be you married already my sweets then lay your gold ring to one side,

and if you be not a-promised my heart then you will be free to decide

for tonight you can dance in the greenwood my dear,

tonight your are puck's blessed bride.

Pick and you choose of the young and old flesh,

for it be yours for the taking

and if the sun rise while you still are creating

then all the better for the good land's a-making.

You, precious one are the bride of the sun and he will be what you will.

For if you are true to the land being anew then all will be well my sweeting.

And when you have dozed pon your mother's soft bosom

and risen with the dawn's early light

then dance my dear heart cross the burgeoning fields

with your footsteps so blessedly light.

Bring the sun and the rain and the gentle soft breeze to spread all the life here asunder.

May it divide and replenish all those who would thirst and desire for what they do hunger.

Be bold my young child,

my merry be got,

the fruit of the god and the goddess.

Spread joy in your path and never forget that your innocent song is the one truth.

the further in it goes

the bigger it gets. How now. My child is a silent one and strange. How is it that the peals of the bell are not heard. But by me ... they are the clarion to my consort's call. He is by tree and hedge and gathering mist heard but by clamour and prattle and steam of dross not taken heed. Gladly is this the state that be. Say I. For I would not wish that they the polyester prating penultitude could hear his jubilant dulcet spakings. They are for mine hear ears only. Truebitude. kisses.

Is there a banging on the window of your mind? Is there a rattling on the doorways to your soul? Fear not. It is only the timely hand of fate reminding you that ignorance is not bliss, that the opium of the masses is a bitter pill indeed but you need not swallow it my dearest one. No, you can spit it in your palm, hide it neath your pillow and swiping your lips of their spittle you can take a deep breath and sigh anew at your leisure. For the future is in your hands, the anchor is a weight upon your arms but the truth is what you make it.

dormerportal

join the caravan of love. Slide the dormer van doors open onto a portal to the new universe of your hopes and dreams. Here is the vortex that swirls your opportunity. Be not afraid for here is the stepping stone to the stars. Just believe and you will have the courage to continue. This is the gateway, this is the way of the wise - leave your sanity at the door and step in. Flowers and joy and life await you my dear.