The lark is said to sing melodious; in fact a skylark sounds like a cross between a starling and a lawnmower, but it sings from such heights that we are hard pressed to see it, so its rolling song becomes a magical thing - we miss it when we hear it less often, as we do these days - those blessed to live in the countryside mourn the passing of lark song as we do the hedgehog and the damsel fly. Fragile things, these creatures which hover in the high places and forage in the unseen, little portals to the living consciousness of the planet which we readily interpret and just as readily fail to preserve. The nightingale is famed as a beautiful songstress, but only the bachelor male will ever grace the dusk with a lament. His tune compared to the common thrush or blackbird is just as liquid and fragrant as others of his kind, but he sings when darkness is upon us, so he becomes a magical thing - a portent of nature at the dawning of the moon. Terry Pratchett writes in Wee Free Men of the sound of sight, as onomatopoeia describes words that sound like they are written, as in cuckoo, as he says, but ‘glisten' would be the sound of oil on water, as ‘spat' is the sound of water on fire. What we see and hear are therefore intrinsically connected and it makes sense that the five senses are only awaiting a sixth for completion, to plunge us into the Dark arena where the gems that form Light are patiently sitting to Unite with us, and provide us with the Completion we all desperately, blindly seek. We've got the language, now all we need is to fast-roll some circuits.
Birth, Development, Strength and Protection, Learning, Change, Dark, Light, Unity, Completion.
...the numerical sequence of 1 to 9 I had to get up at 6am each morning to learn by rote, and it took me six months to ‘pull it out of the air', decipher and understand it. When I had, I could see the tumbling events of life going round in a whirlpool of things related, tidy eddies of instance and coincidence that spin wheels within the wheel of life. This was a lesson set to task without much help I was old enough to recognise, like learning to swim.
The Change we're all going through is much more unified than we give ourselves permission to believe. By the time we swing the corner it'll be on everybody's mind that this home we have here needs something other than what we're giving it, but the answer doesn't come easily, because it's a big place, this planet, and we don't yet understand how small we are. When we do, we'll become quantum, and we're all born knowing the rules, just as we're all born able to swim - only fear holds us back from taking the plunge, because we were weakest when we knew them by heart, and the older we get the more fears there are to choose from. The more negativity gets a foothold, the fewer positrons get a chance to shine.
Every life is unique, it's all connected, and there isn't a beginning or an end, there's just infinity. We don't go there, it's beyond our comprehension. Fine, maybe we just don't need to go that far. Maybe in our mind's eye it really doesn't matter that we can't get there, maybe we only have to be able to see it. Maybe it's Maybelline.