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Sunday, 15 April 2012

Flight of the Eagle


"flight of the eagle"- 2
- (for pentelope, at moo)

On 17 March 2012 06:37, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:
..re.'flight of the eagle'...for pentelope;
6a.m.about to re-retire though not tired. scanned sent mail archives. found one of many colourful letters to kim. the one i was looking for. it's very jubilant.
it's imaginary following the flight of the package sent from here to canada which took weeks. it contained my eden fields cd. she was anticipating its hoped for arrival. i sent this when she told me it had arrived. it expresses mutual joy.
will peruse it again by daylight. check re. any editing and attempt send. i recall the phrase 'enjoyed the trip'; would 'flight' be more appropriate?... ('kerouac' correctly spelt thus, does end with 'c', not 'k'.) fine to leave her name in, it's all very transpersonal. an archetypal letter. the year before, while she and i shared a rare phone conversation, she suddenly shrieked for joy "yey" what's up? a bald eagle just flew over her garden.
now the crows are madly awake all over reenrour.
i return to the retired state in my 'pension' on an estate on a state pension. ~~good vibes~~m










bright flowers, martin law,
June 1997
in the private collection of
Roisin Russell





Flight of the Eagle>>>>....
On 15 March 2011 04:51, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:
>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> (O)
>>>>>>YEY !""..a joyful cry, i laughed out loud, welcome sunflower yellow creative birth of the spirit child in playful beauty blazing on eagles wings, the first wave of the new rising sun~ welcome power and passion of youth and health and fertility, grow in trust and courage fiery flower of the noonday sun~
welcome all that matures true to form responding to the call within seeking through the long dark road the illumination of the setting sun and finding the fulfilment it seeks ~~welcome elder wisdom, balance, harmony, crystal clarity, being itself, inseparable, indivisible one with all, knowing without knowing, transformed from self to soul....*** >>>>> That's my call to the four directions, the cry of the Eagle in the long Atlantic flight, V for victory through the winds of adversity in a wild flurry of awesome plumage over oceans and across the land dropping the crystal gift of peace on target as teardrops smile rainbows throughout all eternity......... Ahh, ~~~~the Eagle has landed....well bless the mails an' snails in their golden mean spiral homes...meanwhile down on Earth i was just in the last 7 minutes of an hour of Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock when i clicked into the smokesignal typewriter and your message blazed in to land safe and sound at the feather's touch of a single finger. Thank you too i enjoyed the trip. Never cease to be amazed what's possible without getting out of a cosy chair.
And the miracle of fingers, i bless them, watching close-ups of Jimi's fingers too moving speed of light, and i too, say, how does he do that? Divine grace and animal dexterity with discipline scattered like confetti, butterflies in a shaft of sun,
warriors of PEACE and BEAUTY to the rescue, stampede of the centaur in an arrow's sustained flight fixed on the farthest horizon burning with the HEART of the sun ..>>>>>>>>>
.YEAH !, i said and laughed and your words i read sounded like a song, and the aura of HAPPINESS telepathed around the globe., ..What i tend to do is put pictures on the wall with bluetack, that's a lotta walls and a lot of bluetack in over half a century ever changing like a kaleidoscope of butterfly wings, according to the mood of the weather.That was a fun conversation today with Madolon who dropped in who had a house somewhere around Winslaw or Nelson and showed me on the screen and i later looked at videos, streaming through soft yellow and strawberry scarlet leaves in fall, larchwoods and blacktop, and the hightailing hills in the rain where they dug in the dirt for gold but the gold was all in the slanting sun, leaving nothing but ghost towns and desolated slapboard shacks, forgotten tracks and trails, steaming diesel rails, all the fields and farms full of pumpkins and lanterns in halloween duskHaha, no, i'm not ON anything unless you count the computer, artists are a funny lot bless us all you know how it is, "takes one to know one" and it's Jack Ti 'Jean Kerouac's fault an' he couldn't care a whack, on the road with Dharma Bums all the way down to Desolation Row and all the lost angels scattered along the highway and still trying to get back to the garden.Phew, and am i ever stuck in a nocturne of night-owlness, i glanced at the clock and it's quarter before five !!! If i sit here much longer you'll catch me up.THANKYOU KIM with Blessings. Who knows, the Eagle will drop more surprises when they come off the press. And bless your poetic ear enabling tongues to speak. i go potter about and do some lying down meditation, soon as the sun returns i'll be up like a lark. i send this in case you go to bed now.
PEACEFUL DREAMS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~and rainbows











rainbow embryo,
martin law,
November 2007







Re: pencil sketch - 2

On 20 March 2012 23:41, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:
eppy....... haquinox~~~ am about to embark on an email reply to kim. wrote me characteristically impeccable serene nature letter.
just listened to j.lash ,'the masculine'/'the feminine'. very good. resonate on a heart/gut level, would say it like that myself. and do so continually. makes the eyes moist.

meant to start with my ad. parody, but will round off with it:~ " the NEW semi-organic. only HALF the poison. buy ONE -get one FREE!"
"eppy haquinox !"
oh PS, kim took dogs walk forest. lay down in snow.
'seven' bald eagles circling overhead ! that sort of thing. wish i was one of 'em. ho-ah-YA-pe !(greeting)~m.

foxes-potatoes-rainbows - 1
On 27 March 2012 22:38, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

. . . and on a higher spectrum, rainbows:
“what painting goes with the rainbow letter?” that was a bit of a puzzle.
since the letter itself goes through

some cinematographic dimension
shifts. from the astral euphoric
improvisations, invoking key
attributes of the four directions of the medicine wheel, which i wrote in
preparation for a meticulous medicine blessing rite I was requested
to perform in a clearing on a dryadic plantation.
the text then shifts through other transformations
invoking dreamlike evocations of canadian maples in
autumnal leaf-fall clearing after rain, legends of derelict trappings and
relics of goldrush, the golden sun slanting
through kaleidoscopic butterfly wings of prismatic pine needle rainbows.
i looked at each of my many paintings. hard put to find a single image to
epitomize all that. the unfixed filmic
euphoric metamorphosis of blend, shift and fade.
my colourful, 'bright flowers', the fall forest maples of
eagle feather medicine in 'a rainbowmaker' …
i went to bed, thinking, perhaps,
'rainbow embryo' might suit... so
i’m almost feeling now, 'a rainbowmaker' might just do it. partly due to the elements within it. the chakras, the feathers, the maples, the snow-geese in flight, the earth-healing rainbow-circle sacred enactment.

















a rainbow maker,
martin law, 2000
in the private collection of Sheila Benney



a rainbow maker

On April 12, 2012 at 18:42, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:
." a rainbow maker", yes.
painted in ballingeary, in the year 2000. nice moo's doing that one.
it's 4ft high. took about 300 hours on bended knee,
wore a hole in my jeans doing it. sold for over 1500 euros.
i have a set of photos of its creation from pencil stage.
design and colour went through many changes.
but yes, '2000', the year.
many thanks ~rbm


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