There’s another cricket who has taken up residence! Singing louder and louder every night 🙂 Hafiz
Lately, we’ve had the pleasure of hosting a most lovely cricket. For me, the presence of a cricket (inside my house) and right next to me on the couch, is usually a sign. Yes, this has happened to me before, but not exactly in the same way. I have no idea how he got inside, but I did coax him out. I want him to live!
The night he was singing the loudest, I was writing, and I needed the support. I was reaching within myself for my inner voice, feeling for it, digging deep, and really just trying to use words evenly. Crickets are special. This cricket may even be my ancestor.
In China, people have been known to keep crickets as pets.
Watercolor by Qi Baishi (1864–1957)
This morning I awoke at 4:30am. My body/mind/spirit wants to move deeper into my spiritual practice. I received the message that…
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What a wonderful anecdote and choice of selection from Hafiz. I find it quite charming that the little cricket carried such a big voice so as to fill your heart and inspire your words. What a great pet…maybe every writer should have one? 🙂
And you are so right to remind us of the occasional moments within the peace and lingering stillness of nature’s 5am theatre where one can almost feel the earth draw breath at the start of a new day. It is a magical time when all is unfettered by the regular distractions and compromises of daily living, and one can pause to dream…and you seem to have been well rewarded for following your intuition and spiritual guide so closely to rise early…what a great image of Le Luna.
Thank you for a little song of good ‘cheer.’
DN – 28/09/2014
Thanks for visiting my blog and leaving such a kind and thoughtful comment this recent Sunday.
The morning presents us with another opportunity to greet life; and as you say, it is a magical time. I do too feel the Earth draw its breath during these times. A precious moment in one’s day, certainly, to pause and prepare.
My recent cricket (the one in my original post was March 2013) has been sounding its loudest song in the evenings. It’s a curious cricket. Since I re-posted at the beginning of Mercury’s retrograde (Oct 4, 2014), the previous cricket from last year likely lived through its entire lifecycle.
I agree, perhaps every writer should have a cricket, or at least a lovely muse 🙂 I’m glad you enjoy the cheer – Boy am I grateful that I have ears to hear and eyes to see! Le Luna, as you refer to her, is captivating indeed 🙂 That morning last year…. W’O’W.
Again, thank you for your visiting my blog and for reading. I really enjoyed sharing the experience!
Aloha and Namaste,
Wonderful how we take notice of the ‘Signs’ when they are given us.. For me the other week it was spiders.. at every which way I turned, a spider was there.. even one in my car.. which crawled down my trouser leg just as I was stopping.. I thank him for his message and set him out on the grass in the car park I had fortunately just stopped in when he appeared.. 🙂
Aww, that’s sweet how you thanked him and sent him on his way. 🙂 Spiders are lovely totem creatures – definite signs in my life too when they show. They always make me think of Grandmother Spider. “Without the benefit of even one Creature’s work, the Web of Life would lack the energy of wholeness necessary for the circle of life’s cycles to continue on with their rhythm.” quoted from http://www.susunweed.com/herbal_ezine/September05/goddess.htm Have a beautiful week, Sue! Namaste
I have a good feeling that your melodious cricket sings with happiness because it knows that silence is still the best way to confabulate with the unseen.
Here’s an a-musing little poem I found someplace and thought I’d share. It’ll have a title if I care to find it (and really I should respect the authoress) but, perhaps just for once the reader can write their own?
Life is the muse which perfectly rhymes,
Plays with the words and fills empty lines.
For some, life is battle for others, it’s dance
For rich it is a party for the poor it is chance.
For lovers, it’s dizziness, it’s a dream, it’s romance
For Artist it’s drop of the rain on his hands.
For a writer, it’s a story for an actor it’s stage
For painter it’s a canvas for thief, it’s the cage.
For you it might be the money you blew
For someone the entire life could be you!”
~ By ~ Nino Varsimashvili ~
It’s always a pleasure to pay a visit to Fiesta Estrella, I am always rewarded with wise words that bring a smile. Thank you 🙂
DN – 29/09/2014
Thank you, Dewin. I’m enjoying this poem. Thank you, for it speaks to the unique experiences we each have here on earth and in love. In fact, this poem seems to encapsulate a lot! I’m so glad that you experience wisdom and smiles when you come to visit Fiesta Estrella. Have a lovely week! Namaste 🙂 and Cheers
Early morning is a lovely time of day. My favourite.
Thank you for visiting 🙂 I am cherishing our precious memories of Oscar and Maggie – receiving so much joy from their gifts to us – those beautiful Goldens who seem to remind us of the rising sun itself – to greet her (the sun) each day with joy and an open heart, ready to be touched by the love of dancing delight.
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