Mute Monday ~ Summer

[NB: this one is wallpaper-sized ... feel free to click on the image to see the full size & then grab it]

** FYI ~ all of these photos taken by frizzy **
i shot all pics [except the grafitti pic]
at the Dr. Sun Yat-Sen Chinese Garden,
located in Vancouver's Chinatown.
to see more of these pics,
visit my Flickr site
[link in sidebar].

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Nelson Mandela celebrates 90 years of age!

Many Happy Returns of the Day, Mr. Mandela.
You fight so hard for freedom
because you suffered its removal for so many years.
We have no idea. We think we do, but we don't.
You inspire us to learn, grow, and know.

Are You Kidding Me?

NOTE: forgive me, my dear American friends
but this issue really gets me.

|Supreme Court Affirms America's Right to Bear Arms|

Q: Why does any individual NEED a handgun?
A: To kill another individual.

Q: Is a handgun REALLY the best conflict resolution tool?
A: America seems to think so.

Q: How's that working for them Americans?
A: Not too well.

Dear Readers, need I say more?

Remember this bit of wisdom? "He who lives by the sword, dies by the sword." (replace "sword" with the weapon of your choice.) When will we, as humanity, ever learn that violence only begets violence? America, you are a violent nation!

Ivy Grows in the Window Sill

inside-ivy by frizzyscissorhands on Zooomr


inside-ivy-aeriel view by frizzyscissorhands on Zooomr


inside-ivy-close-up by frizzyscissorhands on Zooomr

Life finds a way, doesn't it?

Of course it does. Still, it never ceases to amaze me, that life perseveres, survives and even thrives in the most unlikely, impossible and/or inhospitable environments. The wild ivy in these photos currently grows right outside our house, beneath our lounge (living room) window. Somehow, the ivy picked a path that weaves it between the siding and the actual wall of the house, through the window sill of the lounge, into the house. As you can see, its spread itself across the sill and then begun trailing down the wall.

We take care now, when opening that window, against injuring our new wild and green friend. Most humans fail to realize the fact that life travels such a complex and circuitous path to survive and thrive ... constantly. That makes life a cherished and fragile treasure ~ something which we treat with love and great care. Including, and perhaps especially, the ivy growing in my window sill.

The Chrysalis

The transformation from caterpillar though to the chrysalis and emergence as a butterfly represents the greatest metamorphosis in the animal world. In particular, the chrysalis has come to symbolize change ~ of the spiritually visceral kind, the sort of change that prompts the individual retreat into herself. When I think of chrysalis, I think of the trinity of experiences that, together, make up life: desire, loss, regeneration.

So .... what is chrysalis? 1. a soul trapped inside in a body. 2. an enchanted chamber where an amazing transformation will occur. 3. a protective covering ~ a refuge ~ for the changeling. 4. a symbol for metamorphosis which occurs from the inside, out. Inside the hard, golden-coloured shell of chrysalis the organism has dissolved itself into fluid. Final emergence from the silent, fluid-filled solitude breaks the chrysalis from inside. The metamorphosed individual bares herself to the world.

I feel like that soul, trapped inside that brittle husk of a body. At present, it feels nothing like an enchanted chamber ... but in my heart, I know an amazing transformation lies around the corner. And, that brittle shell, protective? Yes, most of the time it feels like a refuge. Other times it feels more like an incarceration. A painful change has seeded itself inside me ... inside of the Pilot. It's called growth. Growing hurts .... oh so much. I wonder if it distresses the caterpillar to liquify and then transform into a winged creature. Its a sort of birth, isn't it?

another post: here ~ a letter to the pilot

20 days left inside this chrysalis.

The Veil

darling Pilot,
we two -
distant, brooding spires
as we lower the delicate
veil of sulking silence.
darling --
do you read these words?

thoughts of you
tumble in my heart:
languid, dainty - cherry
blossom petals
that cast a fragrant hue
across my lonely depths.

carnal passion flares and
gaping pyschic crevices glow
like smoldering embers
in my inky, murky depths.
will this silence, like a fortress,
protect us?
or will it imprison us?

stranded hope ~ written 4.08.06

sterile and empty
this feeling here -
without you -
inspire me, you do
my precious lotus

demonic --
my longing for you
to touch your incandescent flesh
to taste your velvet lips
to feel the effervescence
of your fingertips

i crave you, lotus - my drug
to see you, my flower --
burning dark eyes and
that face ... startling grace, and
so alive, it consumes itself
demonic longing ...


ps ~ i have no clue who lotus is .... just some character i made up.