Hands down one of the best songs. Ever.
Emerge, by Fischerspooner.
Hands down one of the best songs. Ever.
Emerge, by Fischerspooner.
I’m not so good at uploading photos to this blog, but I have ‘new’ photos that I just scanned and uploaded onto my flickr page (apparently I can’t copy the link here – but go to flickr and search for alethafaye). They are photos that Adele took when she was in her photo class(es) at school and she was gracious enough to mail them all to me as I was looking for photos to start building a ‘portfolio.’ I think she is quite good … Soon I will also have standard head shots & body shots to apply for some modeling gigs and whatnot.
Have been using the tarot frequently, as an interpretation tool. The deck I have is the Fenestra deck, a really beautiful deck in the style of the classic Rider-Waite. I was drawn to it after spending almost 45 minutes at the shop in Sedona looking for the ‘right’ one. I didn’t really even look at it, but just decided on it at the last minute. With a good guidebook with exercises (“Learning the Tarot” by Joan Bunning) I have been learning a lot — not just about tarot, but I think about myself, which is, after all, the purpose.
She suggests doing a daily one card reading. Admittedly, I have not been doing it every day, but it is very interesting on the days that I do, and have generally been keeping a journal. Last week I did a 12 card Celtic cross on a particular situation in my life and it proved to be very apt. I found myself crying (not hard to do for me) and in awe of the accuracy, and revelations, of the reading.
Today I drew The Hermit card (IX of the Major Arcana) … signalling a need for introspection, spending some time alone, withdrawing from the senses. This is something I’ve known I needed but have been resisting, or ignoring. It’s very easy for me to be a ‘slave to the senses’ so to speak. Luckily, I have that opportunity to be alone right now in my life, though I may find it a struggle to do so. Often the cards reveal something know by my ‘inner guidance’ but that I may be ignoring. It helps to bring things to light that sometimes I would prefer hidden. The tarot forces you to be honest and look into yourself (sometimes we all need a little kick, right?).
I have cards from the suit of swords come up rather frequently. I think this is interesting because I have also been having dreams about swords. I also dream about particular cards some nights and wake up to learn about them. I have never really been one to believe in ‘signs’ but I have always been a vivid dreamer and recognize my dreams as carriers of messages …
A particular dream I had featuring swords: My friends and I are having a pageant of some kind, inhabiting a rather large house … six people in flowing robes, like togas, are dancing in a line, when simulatneously they are all stabbed with swords. Not fatally … my one friend, who is in a lot of my dreams (people usually represent an aspect of self rather than themselves, hmmm – now I have to think about what this friend represents about me), is stabbed in the arm, his bicep is separated from the rest of his arm and the end of the sword is somehow broken or burned off. He falls and I run to see if he is OK, there’s a lot of blood. He wants me to pull the sword out, but I am scared that will hurt him more. But I pull it out, and then he is alright.
One interpretation is that I see I that while I have the power to inflict pain (I worry about this a lot) on others, and myself, I also have the power to heal, to make things right, to pull the sword out.
I 'happened' to rediscover my Educated Guess album this morning and decided to postthis spoken word piece "Grand Canyon". I'm listening obsessively to my uncle's band 256 also,out of Grand Rapids, MI.The poem is a bit long, but please enjoy. the meter and rhythm really comes out if you read it aloud ...I love my countryBy which I meanI am indebted joyfullyTo all the people throughout its historyWho have fought the government to make rightWhere so many cunning sons and daughtersOur foremothers and forefathersCame singing through slaughterCame through hell and high waterSo that we could stand hereAnd behold breathlessly the sightHow a raging river of tearsCut a grand canyon of lightYes, I've bin so many placesFlown through vast empty spacesWith stewardesses whose handsLook much older than their facesI've tossed so many napkinsInto that big hole in the skyBin at the bottom of the AtlanticSeething in a two-plyLooking up through all that waterAnd the fishes swimming byAnd I don't always feel luckyBut I'm smart enough to tryCuz humility has buoyancyAnd above us only skySo I lean inBreathe deeper that brutal burning smellThat surrounds the smoldering wreckageThat I've come to love so wellYes, color me stunned and dazzledBy all the red white and blue flashing lightsIn the American intersectionWhere black crashed head on with whiteComes a melodyComes a rhythmA particular resonanceThat is us and only usComes a screaming ambulanceA hand that you can trustLaid steady on your chestWorking for the better good(Which is good at its best)And too, bearing witnessLike a woman bears a child...With all her mightBorn of the greatest painInto a grand canyon of lightI mean, no song has gone unsung hereAnd this joint is strung crazy tightAnd people bin raising up their voicesSince it just ain't bin rightWith all the righteous rageAnd all the bitter spiteThat will accompany us outOf this long nightThat will grab us by the handWhen we are ready to take flightSeatback and traytableIn the upright and locked positionShocked to tears by each new visionOf all that my ancestors have doneLike, say, the women who gave their livesSo that I could have onePeople, we are standing at ground zeroOf the feminist revolutionYeah, it was an inside jobStoic and slyOne we're supposed to forgetAnd downplay and denyBut I think the time is nothingIf not nighTo let the truth outCoolest f-word ever deserves a fucking shout!I mean Why can't all decent men and womenCall themselves feminists?Out of respectFor those who fought for thisI mean, look aroundWe have thisYesI love my countryBy which I meanI am indebted joyfullyTo all the people throughout its historyWho have fought the government to make rightWhere so many cunning sons and daughtersOur foremothers and forefathersCame singing through slaughterCame through hell and high waterSo that we could stand hereAnd behold breathlessly the sightHow a raging river of tearsIs cutting a grand canyon of lightwords and music by ani difranco Â© 2004 righteous babe music / BMI