spiker's blog: "Pour elle"

The sun got stuck as its making its way back down

We find ourselves, in a familiar part of town

And all that I've seen means nothing to me without you

So when I see you next we'll make the most of it,
Tell the sun to start moving again,
The taste of your kiss I still got on my lips,
And I'll take you there with me

Head crashed down, air conditioned myself to sleep,
The great night out, that will continue to the end of the week

And all that I've seen means nothing to me without you

So when I see you next we'll make the most of it,
Tell the sun to start moving again,
The taste of your kiss I still got on my lips,
And I'll take you there with me

It's you and me connected to a satellite
It's you and me love through a machine
It's you and me connected to a satellite
It's you and me love through a machine

So when I see you next we'll make the most of it,
Tell the sun to start moving again,
The taste of your kiss I still got on my lips,
And I'll take you there with me

In the Celtic tradition, there is a beautiful understanding of love and friendship. One of the fascinating ideas here is the idea of soul love; “Anam Cara” may sound like some new French perfume, but it actually refers to the Celtic spiritual belief of souls connecting and bonding .

In Celtic Spiritual tradition, it is believed that the soul radiates all about the physical body what some refer to as an aura. When you connect with another person and become completely open and trusting with that individual, your two souls begin to flow together.

Should such a deep bond be formed, it is said you have found your “Anam Cara” or soul friend.

Your “Anam Cara” always accepts you as you truly are, holding you in beauty and light. In order to appreciate this relationship, you must first recognize your own inner light and beauty. This is not always easy to do. The Celts believed that forming an “Anam Cara” friendship would help you to awaken your awareness of your own nature and experience the joys of others.

The “Anam Cara” was originally someone to whom you confessed, revealing the hidden intimacies of your life. With the “Anam Cara”, you could share your innermost self, your mind and your heart. This friendship was an act of recognition and belonging. When you had an “Anam Cara”, your friendship cut across all convention, morality and category. You were joined in an ancient and eternal way with the “friend of your soul”. The Celtic understanding did not set limitations of space or time on the soul. There is no cage for the soul. The soul is a divine light that flows into you and into your Other.

This art of belonging awakened and fostered a deep and special companionship. When you love, you open your life to an Other. All your barriers are down. Your protective distances collapse. This person is given absolute permission to come into the deepest temple of your spirit. Your presence and life can become their ground. It takes great courage to let someone so close. Where a friendship recognizes itself as a gift, it will remain open to its own ground of blessing….. When you are blessed with an “Anam Cara”, the Irish believe, you have arrived at that most sacred place: home. This bond between friends is indissoluble: “This, I say, is what is broken by no chances, what no interval of time or space can sever or destroy, and what even death itself cannot part”.

~ from “Anam Cara…Wisdom from the Celtic World“, by John O’Donohue

Stole this from Leah♊Alissa, who got it from ℑяïз:

 
Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 15 people you like and include me. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think!

 
Pick your Artist:
The Beatles

Are you a male or female?
Mother Nature's Son

Describe yourself:
Nowhere Man

How do you feel:
I Feel Fine

Describe where you currently live:
Helter Skelter

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Here, There and Everywhere (or Magical Mystery Tour)

Your favorite form of transportation:
Yellow Submarine (obviously)

Your bestfriend is:
Polythene Pam

You and your best friends are:
Three Cool Cats

What's the weather like:
Good Day Sunshine

Favorite time of day:
Any Time at All

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
A Day in the Life

What is life to you:
The Long and Winding Road

Your current relationship:
Hallelujah, I Love Her So

Your fear(s):
Taxman / When I'm Sixty-Four

Thought for the Day:
Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me And My Monkey

How I would like to die:
Why Don't we Do It in the Road?

My soul's present condition:
Getting Better

Most Faithful Companion:
Eleanor Rigby

My motto:
Happiness is a Warm Gun

I open my eyes and stare up.  In my momentary waking daze, I try to make sense of the unfamiliar rough-hewn wood where the ceiling should be.  Ah yes - the log cabin - where sleep is deep and waking is a slow transition from dream to reality.

I can see my breath in the cold air inside the cabin. The blazing fire we made last night went out hours ago and the cold winter air encroaches on our warm bed.  We are protected with our warm overstuffed duvet, but I have to get the fire started again. 

I creep out of bed quietly, so as not to wake you.  It's freezing, so I grab my jeans and sweatshirt and head out of the room into the lounge.  The fire is dead as I get into my cold clothes and hop around trying to get warm. 

I can see from the diffused light coming through the window that the sun is bright outside.  But the window is still completely frosted, so I use my breath and the palm of my hand to clear some of the frost away to look outside. 

A beautiful, sunny winter day!  A fresh blanket of snow covers everything.  The snow is pristine except for the tracks of a solitary deer, crossing at the bottom of the garden - an early morning traveller.

I get paper, kindling and wood together and get the fire started.  The place should be nice and warm within a half hour or so. 

The woodsmoke smells sweet as I sneak back into the bedroom and take my clothes off again and quietly crawl back into bed next to your warm body.  I let my hands warm for a few minutes before getting close to you - then I cuddle you from behind.  How can someone still smell this good in the morning!  Today is going to be such a joy with you, in our winter wonderland.

Never been this blue
Never knew the meaning of a heartache
But then again, I never lost at love before
Somewhere down the road
Maybe all those years will find some meaning
I just can't think about them now
Or live them out anymore

Stand tall, don't you fall
For God's sake don't go and do something foolish
All you're feeling right now is silly human pride
Oooooh, Stand tall, don't you fall
Don't you do something you might regret later
You're feelin' it like everyone, it's silly human pride

Never lasted so long, no,
Through so much or through so many
I just can't believe I could throw it all away
Sometimes late at night
When there's nothing here except my old piano
I'd almost give my hands to make you see my way

Stand tall, don't you fall
For God's sake don't go and do something foolish
All you're feeling right now is silly human pride
You've got me down on my knees for ya mama
Stand tall, don't you fall
Don't you do something you might regret later
You're feelin' it like everyone
It's silly human pride

I had this dream where I relished
The fray and the screaming that filled my head all day
It was as though I'd been spit there, settled in, into a pocket
Of a lighthouse off some rocky socket,
Off the coast of France, Dear

One afternoon, four thousand men died in the water, here
Five hundred more were thrashing madly as parasites might in your blood
Now I was in lifeboat designed for ten and ten and only,
Anything that systematic would get you hated.
It's not a deal nor a test nor a love of something fated.
The selection was quick, the crew was picked in order and
those left in the water got kicked off our pant leg and we headed for home.

Then the dream ends when the phone rings
You’re doing alright he said it's out there, most days and nights
But only a fool would complain
Anyway, Susan, if you like our conversation, it’s as faint as the sound in my memory
As those fingernails scratching on my hull