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RAINBOW WALK
We see the rainbow ahead, then in the landscape
through striations and wondrous gradations.
Green always the constant neutral tone.
Soft green of moss, green so alive in trees,
plants, green green emerald lovely green
is the colour of Sue’s hair in the other
world. A fuzz of emerald green surrounds her head,
her hair like glorious green wool.
Her cloak is green, and she is the colour
of living things.
gathering images, looking through glass.
One looks through the coloured glass and afterward the head glows,
A vibrant sensation.
BLUE GLASS makes a Romantic image
BLUE AND ORANGE GLASS even more so,
moody , dark, twilight.
ORANGE GLASS on green hill and water
With white sky, dazzling gradation of colour.
Right now I am thinking of
how I enjoy the silence
of our working time.
Each at ‘our’ desks.
resembles the German Romantics,
and oh cast on a ruin, one sees a historical impulse, though.
But overriding this is the glue
and definition of new things,
a magical practice, a transformative practice.
Simple coloured glass, so beautiful and pure,
transforms the landscape.
Pictures appear — mind-pictures, captured pictures.
The only sounds
are scratching, movements
of making and the rain,
fire breath and wind.
The sun comes and goes
and the light of day guides
work time
and brings inspiration,
energy, imagination
and enchantment.
I will work with reflection
and form. As I finish
writing for now,
I look out
through the window to my
right
Our shrine for Venus
sits on a mound surrounded
by heather and grass
and the sun is shining on her.
The window sill holds crystals
of coloured glass and sheets
of these colours: indigo, yellow,
orange and light rose.
shimmered
millions, gazillions,
clusters, constellations speaking.
Later on the moon came back
so bright, so intense behind
the veiny trees on the low horizon.
Gathering lichen for a slide.
Maybe we
will be
lucky
And see the stag’s horns
or trees
or sea creatures
moss
birds
tiny kingdoms.
When the slide is
out in front of the lenses.
Something will be revealed
Something of wonder.
Thinking of last night…
We set up the magic lanterns
with our oil lamps, it took
Some fussing around to get
The distances right, the right wall
Space for our lighted work.
It was dark, working by candle
light, but agreed this is a
wonderful, natural way to live
and with time as it is
As medium, material, substance.
There seems much synchronicity
happening,
every moment
intertwined to bring good
things.
Our slides projected in the
hut on the wall space over
the bench in the kitchen
showed us the magic we
were making, a part of
and encountering. The
candle light was dim,
filled with warmth and good
energy…dancing with us.
Circles, triangles, crystals,
colours, drawings came to life!
Reflections multiplied as did
the forms. Geometry speaks
and informs itself and us.
Secret practices — how much will remain
secret from this place?
How much will we tell to others?
How much have we revealed to each other?
Each day, I spend hours admiring Sue and her ways,
her strength, humour, voice.
Circles, triangles, crystals,
colours, drawings came to life!
Reflections multiplied as did
the forms. Geometry speaks
and informs itself and us.
