NEW WINTER COAT.

On Monday, December 15, 2014, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

It’s not that everything is connected, it’s that there are no separate bits to connect.

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Small birds flit and flutter in the bare branch back yard web of willow twigs. Fleeting forays foraging from the feeder. Leaves yellowing to ochre scattered on the cold damp ground.

Duffle pockets yet again in need of needle and the black thread knotted in a tangle and lost against the black hooded and toggled coat with sleeve split under the arm.

Imagining and visualizing in moments what kind of coat to substitute whether for wet, wind, or cold of winter. Something loose like a cloak to cover the knees, or even tweed to wrap around like a native blanket without the need for slick oilskin or flapping synthetic plastic.

Backdrop of dusk stretched behind the dark drab street and small town country market stalls dismantled. Another quick look in a charity shop before leaving on foot up the hill.

The theme being the quickening of dream, the imagination, the continuity of visualization, its manifestation neglected as art lost and forgotten as last night’s dream in the self-same seam-free subconscious.

A long overcoat hangs half hidden waiting in the wings of the material realm. Seeming to be the only one in town of all shops of dream remnants and wasn’t there before, but i was confident it would be.

Near closing, the little lady checking the day’s takings helps me into a large loose coat with “oh it ‘is’ a man’s.” Feels comfortable, impeccable as new for just ten euros, and i keep it on round the clock glad of a good winter coat.

Still coat clad later by the fire and curious what i’m wearing, a distinctly well-made garment. Mysteriously shifting between dark grey to brown with the light and a hint of thin stripe, and like fine fur, grows in one direction down for run off of rain.

Label of obscure Europan origin bearing three animal heads, Sheep, Alpaca, Angora goat. With a conscience hoping the animals were unharmed, not shot by arrow from horseback like a buffalo or caged and abused. Checking online to find the creatures sheared but otherwise content, and who with what vibration wore this finely tailored garment?

Realizing the unknown is all for me to heal, and permeate with thankfulness and high vibrations from inside out. I fill the room with sage smoke, wafting with words to the four directions, plus Mother Earth, Sky, Heart, and incense lit.

‘Mitakuye oyasin’, (all our relations) blessed. Celebrate the night by flickering firelight with Spanish guitar and healing vibrations wrapped in a coat of songs.

Wishing only to be inspired and inspire, through the universality of all art. Satisfied the totem animals i wear came to no harm other than a summer haircut, my play becomes a photo shoot before the night is out.

With the product of recalibrated pelt laid rumpled and loose across a chair with silkworm scarf for sky. Improvising landscapes just for fun and this is the result.

So celebrate, lest we forget, art is first of all respect for all nature sacred emerging in mind from the seam-free continuum. Generosity shared in the spirit of gratitude for food, clothing, and shelter. 

 

 

May we all be warm in winter, harming nothing, creating beauty, speaking truthfully, and amending without need for mending, thanks to a new winter coat.~

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Martin Rainbowmaker.