FLYING HIGH

Each day I draw a Tarot card and a small word card to ponder during the daylight hours. On my birthday a few days ago, 27th September,  I drew The Star and “Healing” which I gave me the impetus to turn the day into one of rest and reflection.

I took time to stand on my verandah and just look at the empty paddock beside our apartment and enjoy the view.  It is untamed land, as is much land on North Cyprus. People used to the manicured spaces of the UK and other Western nations complain about the lack of order, but to me the casual chaos simply adds to the charm of this little piece of wonderland on Earth.  It is dry, brown  at the end of summer,  but also a vista which is much richer than it looks at first glance. There are all sorts of grasses, small bushes and a few birds hopping to and fro.

I’m a great one for birds. Here you get pied crows, sparrows, pigeons, the occasional great tit, migratory birds which fly in great skeins across the sky, and occasionally a raptor. In the evenings, flocks of tiny birds swoop over our garden, amazingly missing the bushes and trees, as they return home to roost for the night. Birds aren’t too rife on Cyprus as there’s a hunting tradition which includes shooting songbirds and pickling them to eat. Plus in the hunting seasons anything which moves in the sky is fodder for shooting as so many “hunters” aren’t trained and simply shoot at anything which moves. Mind you, often they shoot themselves or friends and I must be honest and say I can’t find myself very sad about such accidents!

What I really miss here after Australia are the bright colours of the rainbow lorikeets, the trill of the Willie Wagtail, the long, musical notes of of the magpie, and the thrilling riffs of butcher birds, riffs which alter from group to group and which are a means of communication within each grouping.

I also like to look up at the sky and feel deep gratitude that I can still see the beauty of the heavens above and know that I’ve reached the ripe old age of 66, and I’m still Kite 1alive, something I consider a great achievement when I read of all the disasters which happen to other people.

So there I was, feeling very blessed to have somehow made it through to this stage of my life, pretty much intact although facing a few health challenges, but ALIVE! 

And as I thought this, I looked up and there was a splendid kite circling overhead.  As if aware I’d noted its presence, this beautiful bird circled lower so that it was only just above head height.   I could clearly see its wedge-shaped tail and the wing feathers spread out at the end.

I remember in Australia you’d look up and see eagles circling high in the sky, wafting lazily on the thermals, as we lived in what seemed to be Eagle Central. On one occasion, sitting at an outside cafe in Coffs Harbour, on the mid-north coast of New South Wales,  I looked up and there was a wedge-tailed eagle flying low over the cars and shoppers and no-one noticed this miracle in the sky!

So seeing a raptor above me last week seemed to me a great blessing, an appearance by a magnificent bird to remind me that life is brilliant. Yes, it can be tough, there can be huge challenges, but I just have to look at the sky, see the beautiful colours, the floating clouds and remember the appearance of the kite to feel absolute awe at living on this beautiful planet and delight at the beauty that surrounds us every day of our lives.

Activity Details

Express yourself!

I decided I’d pop in a brief blog with all my various activities summarised.  So here goes:

For my book as blog, The Crazy Crone: Living a Wild & Adventurous Life:

http://thecrazycrone.com

My book on Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Crazy-Crone-The-Book/401530049950813

My art on Flickr:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/glittergoddess/

My art on Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/thecrazycrone

And if you’re interested in art on-line, here are links to my Fine Art America web page:

http://mo-davies.artistwebsites.com/

And the European site:

http://www.artflakes.com/en/shop/mo-davies

As you can see, I’ve been getting organised and it feels good.  I’m enjoying my digital art and I’m fired up with my book writing.

And it’s all helped that the weather is cooling down and I feel more human every day as the evenings and mornings are fresh and cool!

Updates to the Catechism of my childhood

Back in my convent days as a young kid, the Catholic nuns from Ireland got us learning the catechism. It was a little book and we used to get it out and recite the answers as the good nuns read out the questions.

I might insert here that the brainwashing failed miserably with me and, I fervently hope, with a whole heap of other kids too.

But I can still remember the following:

Q: Is the Pope infallible?

A: Yes, the Pope is infallible.

It’s stuck in my mind because, even at the tender age of seven, the idea that a person could always be right seemed, well, not quite right.

Because we all make mistakes, only Popes – when issuing doctrines – are supposed to be divinely guided so as not to make mistakes.  Which is is just not realistic, because Popes, like us, are human. They get it wrong from time to time.  And the important thing to remember is that human beings reflect the times and thinking in which they live.

If you’re wondering why I’m rambling on about Catholic dogma, it’s because I’ve been reminded ofBe Courageous it this past week with an updated dogma:

Q. Are government leaders infallible.

A. (Conventional) Yes, government leaders are infallible.

A. (People) No. In fact, they can stage some monumental screw-ups, while doing their best to line the pockets of the 1% super-wealthy.

Q. Is it the end of the world if a government leader stuffs up the rush to war in Syria?

A. (Conventional) Yes, it is the end of the world. Government leaders must be heard and obeyed. That which Governments put to Parliament must be passed otherwise the existing world order will collapse and we will wake the next day to find fragments of the sky on our backyard lawns (and even in the streets in front of our homes!).

A.(People) No, it’s not the end of the world. It’s democracy.  And our will has prevailed not to go to yet another spruiked-up, dead-end, endless war for Saudi Arabia, the armaments manufacturers and warmongers because we don’t believe the damned lies.

I have actually been laughing my head off this week at the dismay among the powers-that-be, various newspaper commentators and various other supporters of “the government must be obeyed” mantra that the vote to authorise “military action” (aka war) in the British parliament was lost and went straight down the gurgler.

Pundits have been proclaiming it’s the end of empire (which can’t come soon enough), letting down Britain’s precious and special relationship with the US administration, leaving President Obama in the lurch, and behaving as if a vote NOT to go to war is an absolute catastrophe.

When you think about it, deciding NOT to go to war is an act of sense and sensibility which is quite awesome and could herald the beginning of changes in the great sweep of history as we could – gasp, shock, horror and awe – see the stirrings of people demanding real democracy not token gestures in institutions increasingly geared to the moneymakers while impoverishing the rest of us.

It might come as a surprise too to those pompous twerps spruiking about special relationships that a good many people here, in Europe and in Australia don’t care to be the go-to guy or the policeman for the US administration’s military adventures. It was a catastrophic failure of British Prime Minister Blair and Australian Prime Minister Howard to agree to be part of the “coalition of the willing” when President Bush and his offsider escapees from Dr Strangelove decided to go to an illegal war in Iraq – for oil, for strategic presence, and to get closer to Iran to attack that country for its oil and pathway to China.

What I find interesting is that political leaders in the UK, the US, Australia and France are so gobmacked that people are not taking them at their word, are questioning the increasingly hysterical cries about the “good” of the Syrian people from the very same leaders who’ve watched 100,000 people get killed over the past couple of years and been stumm, and who are also questioning the rush to war without waiting for the United Nations to assess the findings of its teams in Syria investigating the recent chemical attack.

People Rise Up!I’m reminded of Bob Dylan’s song: “The Times They Are A’Changing” when you look around at the current upheavals and challenges to the accepted order. I’m an optimist.  I do live in hope that we are moving towards a time when people think for themselves, grow up, stop believing that government leaders are infallible and rely on themselves and other people to move in large numbers to make peace not war a legitimate and respected goal rather than one which so often nowadays is treated with ridicule and contempt.