Thursday, 14 October 2010
October's Microcosmic Circus
THESE EARLY OCTOBER MORNINGS astound me. Some kind of immense absent-minded god walks the common before anyone is awake and forgets a crystalline miasma all over the undergrowth, as if divine crumbs have slipped through loose stitches in his angelic satchel, and the god walks on unaware.
When the sun comes, these unearthly spilt treasures are ignited into brilliance.
A low mist hangs above our morning, wet and sunlit, the day is possible and just born.
I stand at some centrepoint where my spokes are made of dew & sunlight & cobweb & mist & grass & morning, but where the wheel I feel turning is an incomprehensible and devastating beauty refracted by these things straight into my heart.
A subatomic trapeze act is taking place. Gorse is wonder-stitched with high-wires on which to balance our wishes for the day. Teetering in the dazzling light, our hopes balance on spider-strings, and the white light of love is split seven-ways: a spectrum opened out onto the morning sky, to see what there is to see, and to meet the spectre of this apparent god face to face, to shake his hand, and to thank him for the hole in his satchel, through which spilled humble bedazzlement, and a promise of is-ness.
Everywhere is netted in cobweb.
Is this the Wyrd made visible? It is so beautiful. Autumn thorns are cocooned and sewn. This is a love-letter to us all written in the pearlescent ink of Monday-morning spidersilk. Every flourish of the evanescent handwriting is dew-dotted; the world is scattered, like by tears-after-crying waiting on eyelashes.
I kneel down and peer at these tiny orbs of water. Wet-kneed, I see this world again, but tiny, upside-down, and clear, washed new for this day. Who scattered these microcosmic scrying balls amongst the grass for me today?
And they ring, oh they ring! Bells they are: the bells of my wild church.
Here, the most beautiful sight in all the world, this moment ... divinity, this: Dew caught by a dandelion. Time suspended sacred in jewels of water.
And then I come across the artist of the morning. Giving birth before my eyes to lute strings for October's psalm. Little weaver, stringing her fine story into this day...
... This bright, clear, dew-ringing, spider-stringing, heart-singing day.
64 comments:
An October psalm indeed. That is the poetic gift you've given us, dear Rima.
Spinners all and experts at it and whoever taught them such amazing patterns? Wonderful
Ah, I need not read anything else all day.
This is enough, enough.
To remind me of beauty and point me towards grace.
Methinks you are in love.
"My wild Church" and the bit about little scrying balls were touching. What a lovely gift for my morning. Blessings.
Wondrous! Nothing else I read tonight could possibly compare, so I am off to bed to dream of spiders spinning dreams!
I have only just discovered your magical corner of blogland here. Your words and pictures spin a beautiful story-web sure to rival that of any spider.
~Shannon
Oh my ... wondrous.
Thank you for sharing it with us!
The dew caught by the dandelion is just magical... As much as I find the webs beautiful to look at, they seem full of menace to me, as I suspect they will to all the other sufferers of arachnophobia out there. I like to look at them but I can't help but feel the hairs rise up on the back of my neck - it's a thrilling, horrid sensation! But better early morning than late at night! Stunning photographs!
I've never read a more kindred posting, Rima. I have "church" moments in the wonder of nature like this as well, but NEVER have I seen such a take-over of strings and traps. it was a wonder, and I could fairly hear you gasping and giggling over the beauty of it all. Thank you thank you for sharing!
ooh gorgeous gorgeous magical photos! Everything looks so very beautiful covered in morning dew :)
Stunning.
The webs and the spiders are magical. x
Wow! sooo gorgeous Rima. Isn't Mother Nature the most talented of all Artists! :) And what a beautiful place you are blessed to have put down roots. Thank you for sharing these stunning images and your magical weaving words. x
Your photographs take my breath away Rima - they are stunning. This entire post is sheer poetry and magical - thankyou for sharing such treasures with us.
I don't know what to say other than that you are a real joy. Your ways of looking at moments are contagious. The dew is busy here, and the spiders, too. You remind me to see the jewels in the moment. Thanks, Rima.
I'm not sure which is more touching, the images or the words... surely you weave a spell beyond compare...
Kisses
Ulla
Aaaahhhhh! Your post was a lullaby to my 21st century soul that has been ravaged by surface dwelling nonsense.
You have such a gift of vision and words. Thank you for the breath of life and gratitude you have breathed into this world.
Cenya
This is exactly why I love October. Thanks so much, Rima. As always, you know how to make everything so poetic and beautiful.
Wassail!
It seems that you, too, had a wonderful October morning. I woke up and my home was surrounded by a light mist and the sun was just beginning to rise, painting the sky a wonderful pink. I was very excited about it.
Regards,
Eric
You have a natural talent to spin such wonderful magic with each and every post. Beautiful.
Such magic in the world, and you rose to see it, capture it and share it with us, even more magical. Somedays the beauty of the natural world leaves my head spinning. I imagine you must hae been dizzy with it. May you have many more magical mornings like this one.
(I half expected to see a word or two spun into those webs!)
Thank you. Thank you for blessing my day. Your words, your photos are so beautiful. To see the world in such a moment, with eyes and heart that really see is a blessing.
I am crying now, I think; your words are more powerful than the pictures. They speak what I am only able to feel.
Astonishing - yes! A word I used all day driving from my home to Vermont in the peak of fall foliage here in New England... I've lived here all my life and every year I am absolutely overwhelmed by the beauty.
And then I find this post - yet another most humbling moment of beauty..... the Earth is MIRACULOUS!
Thanks!
Wonderful photos, of a beautiful morning. Must make an effort to rise early and capture the mornings glory.
Thanks for sharing these Rima.
heart-singing - lovely
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An artist is the spider, yes, it is true, the true artist is one who appreciates it and that is you. Blessings dear Rima! Keep scattering joy.
the gossamer skin on october's frosted face. the leaves like sackcloth angels tumbing out of the sky. it's out of time and calls me inside it like no other season! steven
Beautiful photo essay . . . the poetic prose ain't bad, either. I can feel the cool autumnal dampness.
Alan
How beautiful....It's just like the bush walk through the valley my children and I take to school each morning up here in the Blue Mountains (Australia), with all the cobwebs lit up with the morning dew. Some days it is misty, which makes the walk even more beautiful with the Ghost Gums peering out of the fog.
Life and the world is SO beautiful especially when you are in love.
Your writing is just as poetic as your painting, stunning photographs Rima thank you for lifting our old hearts!
Jane
Rima,
Whatever was moving you to to such reverence, to capturing the beauty you experienced on film, was also presenting itself to you in your photographs clearly, as energy orbs and bent light sprites - I see in most of your pics, your inspirer's manifestation as spherical anomaly.
These are wonderful..
What I adore about this post is that the love and happiness spills out from you to our screens and it makes all our days brighter for it. Thank you!
The pictures, and the words, are both so soothing and beautiful! You are a wonderful artist!
"And they ring, oh they ring!" Bells, they are: the bells of my wild church"
Thank you for sharing the wild magic & truth of your words and art.
yes, the spiders. they are busy at my home, too, though not as magic-heavy with the expanse of nature as in your realm. i spied them spinning food, twirling and twirling- a fine candy floss of wing and antennae!
Oh my; I've just seen the work you did for Cat Valente's Ventriloquism and it's so breathtakingly lovely and perfect. Two of my favorite creators in the universe making things together. I can die now.
My heart is singing on this gray morning.
this is abundance.
Such images, words and wonders All stunning, but the dandelion captures me, catches at my breath.
Getting up and going out early is always worthwhile.
Thankyou Lady R.
Gorgeous as always m'dear :0) Your photos are amazing and your lovely words too. You capture that numinous feeling of transport to another level of knowing so well xx
Thank you so much for such beautiful images and words. I can smell the grass, the dirt and the cold fog, almost can breath the fresh air and hear the birds.
And suddenly... those surprising shining webs and that plump lady spider working! Amazing!
Oh, most lovely Rima! It's been too long, I know, and oh how my heart is singing for you!! I have read and caught up to you finally, and happiness is just bursting out of me here as I sit with a silly smile on my face! :-)
And stunning, stunning photos, just incredible and amazing, as always.
Happiness be yours dear-heart. I will be hovering t your door once again now, as before.
C x
And did I mention how bowled over I am by Tom's writings? Oh! Beyond wonderful. Where can I find more? C x
Have I mentioned how lovely it is to have you sound so happy and poetic? :-) Gorgeous post. Joyful musings.
Magnificent.
Hello Rima - Your descriptive sentences are delectable, delightful and desirable. “When the sun comes, these unearthly split treasures are ignited into brilliance.” What an enchanting world you so effortlessly and brilliantly weave with that fine mind of yours.
What magic!
The Wyrd lives in you Rima. beautiful
Leanne x
What a delight to read, your October rather different to mine, different hemispheres but just as amazing when you have the eyes to see it.
I definitely think you are in love :)
Rima,
To say that your visions and creations of images and words to go with them are devastatingly beautiful would be the most awful understatement ever ! So while speaking of devastating beauty, consider me devastated, thoroughly... completely... utterly...
Hello,
How happy i am to visit your blog and find you so happy. Your words make me a little wistful for the times i've felt this way. The picture of you together gave me goose pimples! You look perfect together, maybe the bouquet will be yours soon? His poem is beautiful, what a sensitive heart he has. Lucky girl. Beck x
I haven't said "hello" in the longest of times. I peek in and imagine you do see me though. I just love your early morning photos and cobwebs galore. You are in good stead if a poet has your heart. Be well.
Magical words, magical photos! Thank you for sharing.
one of the lovely things that I remember about getting up early to watch lads and dads football in October was this very spectacle of mist, dew and spiders webs sparkling in the sunshine on a crisp Autumn morning. I am sure that Dartmoor on mornings like these is unsurpassed.
Just outstanding! I'm moved... my heart is overjoyed with thanksgivings and praise to our Creator...
You are an amazing soul!
cielo
One fall morning several years ago I was out in my garden and saw a small bright green spider spinning its morning web. It was so beautiful, and so unaware of my presence. But so aware of its own work. I've never forgotten it.
Jim of Olym
You are a kindred spirit. The words and images you share are so perceptive and peaceful. Thank you for sharing them. -Megan Mouse
What a magical walk I just had looking at these. thank you.
captured and woven verse and vision of wonder
angel girl you are
Rima you are a dream weaver. Beautiful images and words.
Lovely and enchanting words and photos!
Thanks for your evocative words and visions. I loved them so much... you reminded me of a period when I too was intent on trying to catch the delicate and magical fleeting beauty I met during my morning walks: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWRIA9vtAl0
Simply soothing. A nest to the heart.
I am sending some Portuguese friends your way via my facebook page so that they can admire all of these and especially your work :))
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