March Arts Marathon 2023 Day Twenty Seven

Day twenty seven is going to be day twenty six plus. I don’t know what possessed me but here it is:

Yesterday was the first post where I used a MAM prompt. Thank you Lynn Wild.

The prompt was “LAMB”.

As in sacrificial lamb

Lamborghini Aventador- a very snazzy sports car

Rack of lamb. The dish my father loved to order at fancy French restaurants.

Or my favorite, Lambchops – Shari Lewis’s wonderful hand puppet, the first puppet I ever saw…on TV, not in person, alas.

Here is my lamb collage. It turned out a little gruesome which was not my original intention but I guess the sacrificial lamb and the rack of lamb made it so.

The rest is as it was. No harm in seeing it twice.

It is lambing season right now. I love visiting the newborn lambs and watching them gamboling in the fields. (Great word, “gamboling”, just had to fit it in somewhere in this post.)

Beautiful photo which I confess I did not take and can’t remember who did to give proper credit.
So Sweet!
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March Arts Marathon 2023 Day Twenty Six

Well today is the first post where I am using a MAM prompt. Thank you Lyn Wild.

The prompt was “LAMB”.

As in sacrificial lamb

Lamborghini Aventador- a very snazzy sports car

Or my favorite, Lambchops – Shari Lewis’s wonderful hand puppet, the first puppet I ever saw…on TV, not in person, alas.

And it is lambing season right now. I love visiting the newborn lambs and watching them gamboling in the fields. (Great word, “gamboling”, just had to fit it in somewhere in this post.)

Beautiful photo which I confess I did not take and can’t remember who did to give proper credit.
So Sweet!
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March Arts Marathon 2023 Day Twenty Five

Coming down the homestretch, less than a week to go.

Had the last of my wildlife tracking sessions today. Sad to see it end. I enjoyed it so much.

Before we went out tracking we listened to a talk about the mammalian morphology of feet – the way the structure of the bones in the feet (paws and hooves) affects how an animal walks and therefore what its tracks will look like.

I love the words:

Phalanges, carpals and metacarpals. Pentadactyl homologies. (Same or similar relative positions of feet with five toes.)

There are three types of foot positions on the ground: plantigrade – whole foot on the ground (i.e. bear, raccoons, skunks, humans); digitigrade- only toes on the ground (i.e. felines and canines) and unguligrades -hoofed animals like deer, moose, etc.

Then there are bats – They have five “fingers“ and five toes like humans. I find bat skeletons incredibly delicate and beautiful:

See the five fingers and five toes? They even sort of have “thumbs”.

Here’s my visual riff on bat skeletons:

Line dancing?

One time I took a workshop (remember I’m the workshop queen!) in New York. How I found this workshop I don’t know but it was “right up my alley” as my mother used to say. It was a workshop on making an assemblage with a bat skeleton in a bell jar. Like whoever heard of such a weird concept for a workshop! Only in New York where you can find anything. Here’s what I made minus the bell jar because the reflection on the glass made it too hard to photograph.

I called it “All That Remains”. Rather apocalyptic I guess.

I’ll leave you with a bat quote:

The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams. – Claude Debussy

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March Arts Marathon 2023 Day Twenty Four

Feeling mystical today so I am thinking of

A still small voice

In Hebrew transliteration it is “Kol d’mamah dakah”

Found in 1 Kings 19, verse 12 in the King James Bible, it is said during an interaction between G-d and Elijah. Here is more of the quote:

And after the earthquake a fire; but G-d was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.

There was a Deaf Israeli dance troupe who called themselves Kol de Mamah.

Oh and I found out when reading about Ghibli Park in Japan (a Myazaki theme park) that the Japanese have a word “ma” which means a pause or an emptiness – the space between two hands clapping.

Then there is the “koan” (a paradoxical parable or query used to elicit enlightenment) in Zen Buddhism attributed to Hakuin, an 18th century monk: What is the sound of one hand clapping?

And aleph the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet, maybe you guessed? It is silent.

Then of course there is Simon and Garfunkel’s “Sounds of Silence”, one of my favorites of their songs.

Food for thought…

That is an aleph in the center of the moon

Maybe I’ll have mystical dreams tonight…

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March Arts Marathon 2023 Day Twenty Three

Here in Vermont our two feet of snow is melting. What comes next is a season unique to us; fondly known as MUD SEASON

When the frozen earth finally thaws, the stronger Spring sun warming her up from the surface down but not yet all the way to the permafrost. Her bones still cold.

It is the season of abandoned car mufflers dotting dirt roads, of melting snow exposing the detritus of last year’s life.

The crocuses are up. Time to peruse seed catalogs and plan this year’s gardens. There’s hope in the air. I can smell it.

This song always comes to mind (sung to the tune of a traditional drinking song).

It is by the British duo Flanders and Swann. It is actually called “The Hippopotamus Song” and is a love song between two hippopotami. (what a great word!) Here are the lyrics:

Mud, mud, glorious mud,

Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.

So follow me follow

Down to the hollow,

And there let us wallow in glorious mud.

And do forgive me, I couldn’t resist…This would have been better If I’d had a few beers in me first:

Mud is good for the skin. Animals love to roll in it to cool off and get rid of bugs. I’m starting to like it more and more even if I do live in a holler where the dirt road by my house gets so muddy as to be impassable this time of year.

So here are a few photos to get you in the mood:

The rutted road by my house
The same road lit by the March sun
Okay I admit it, this isn’t in Vermont (Costa Rica actually)

But doesn’t it show the glories of mud?

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March Arts Marathon 2023 Day Twenty Two

Well I was trying to give you an “auditory taste” of Spring by Sodom Pond but I had very poor recording equipment (just my iPhone voice recorder) and great technical difficulties (couldn’t manage to edit my soundtracks). So here are just a few recordings. I apologize for the poor quality but hope they will give you a taste of Spring here by my pond.

Feel free to just listen to a snippet of each one. I would have trimmed them if I could. I did try. You could also try playing them all at once…a Spring symphony or “biophany” as a friend told me it could be called.

The red winged blackbirds just returned today.

Maple sugaring also started this week. Here is the sap dripping into the buckets. I love that sound though it’s rare to hear these days because most people now collect the sap with tubing.

Birders forgive me. I’m not going to ID these birdsongs but enjoy listening.

And of course the peepers. They haven’t started up quite yet, but any day now.

The geese haven’t arrived yet either and I didn’t have a decent enough recording. Maybe I’ll try again in a few days. Their return definitely signifies the arrival of Spring.

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March Arts Marathon 2023 Day Twenty One

I am bereft. My trusty iPad froze on me. It is what I use to put together my MAM posts (and almost everything else I do on the computer). I was right in the middle of creating today’s post when it froze. Guess I’ll use my phone to show you as far as I got today.

Here goes:

Last night I had a dream.

I was standing at the edge of a pond…

When all of a sudden I started sinking into its deep murky waters.

All the way to its sandy bottom.

Where I lay exhausted, and running out of breath.

I thought to myself, “This is it. I’ll never find the energy or endurance to make it back up.“

But from somewhere deep inside I found just enough strength to rise up to the surface and breathe…

A deep sigh of relief.
So good to be back in the land of the living.
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March Arts Marathon 2023 Day Nineteen

Awhile back I thought that one of my posts might be about lists. I was thinking in particular of a list of things I dislike. Then a few days ago I read an article in The NY Times about Susan Sontag’s memoir “Journals and Notebooks 1968-1980”.

Susan Sontag was a mentor to Patti Smith whose idea of a “book of days” I adopted to title my MAM journaling this year. Their friendship doesn’t surprise me since they are both excellent journal writers and also have had very public personas. Susan Sontag died in 2004.

At any rate Susan Sontag loved making lists and so do I. Every day I make lists of things I need to do- shopping, phone calls, people and businesses I need to contact, doctor’s appointments I need to make; and things I want to do – books I want to read, movies I want to see, concerts I want to go to, restaurants I want to try, people with whom I want to be in touch. I don’t use my phone for lists. I keep a spiral bound notebook full of them.

My father had a little black notebook he kept in his shirt pocket at all times. He even had a special kind of mini pen that fit perfectly in his pocket alongside his notebook. His lists were the opposite of mine. They were lists of things he had done or seen or heard. If my parents had an argument about what restaurant it was where he was served a shrimp cocktail with a cigarette butt in it (they were always arguing about silly things like that), he would whip out his notebook and say: “It was ‘The Sahara’ and it happened on January 28, 1963.”

Susan’s Sontag’s lists in her journals are of her likes and dislikes. The reviewer of her book thought they were quite poetic and revealing of her personality. He also said he thought that asking someone what their likes and dislikes were was a much better way to start to get to know someone than asking what they did for work. I agree with that. I never did like it when people asked upon first meeting me, what I did for work, as if my work defined who I was as a person.

But I digress…So here is a list of my likes and a list of my dislikes. Really fun to do; you might like to try it yourself.

THINGS I LIKE:

Bonfires, kayaking on a slow moving river, sunrises, moths, dragonfly wings, frogs, small children, tabby cats, long walks in the woods, Prague, lavender bath salts, the smell of old books in a used bookstore, Paris, the ocean, window seats, pocket watches, Debussy, the smell of a laundromat, clean sheets, elegant notebooks, good pens, watercolor paints, Mary Cassatt, Willa Cather short stories, lilacs, dill pickles, maple sugar candy, mimes, the movie “Children of Paradise”, American Sign Language, Brahms’ horn trio, hats with feathers, birds’ nests, having my hair cut, peeing in the woods, newly fallen snow.

I could go on and on but that’s enough for now on the likes. Now for the dislikes…

THINGS I DISLIKE:

Living alone, Lost and Founds (I feel like I spent my whole childhood there), black licorice, someone’s scratchy beard on my cheek, horror movies, hot weather, water up my nose, the smell of hyacinths, swimming in cold water, barking dogs, right handed scissors, wet sleeves, hairs in my food, fingernail clippings, heavy metal music, having to pee and hold it in and wait, neti pots, elevators, someone saying “Never mind it wasn’t important” when I ask them to repeat something they said because I didn’t hear it.

These lists are begging to be illustrated (someone did illustrate Susan Sontag’s lists) but I don’t have time tonight. Maybe tomorrow?

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March Arts Marathon 2023 Day Eighteen

Today’s post is subtitled “On Cloud Nine”

Amazing what a clean set of sheets and pillowcases can do for one’s spirits.

BaaBaa relaxing.
Me on Cloud Nine

Puts me in mind of the poem I usually sign on erev (the first night of) Yom Kippur:

My God, Holy One, My Creator,

Purify me in Your light.

I lie in a cloud before You.

Rock me to sleep in the night.

Written by Yitzak Manger, translated from the original Yiddish

And here it is in sign language:

https://vimeo.com/809404234

Sweet dreams.

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