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A garden grows slowly

with green leaves

and shoots

at the very beginning

we water the roots

but donít overdo it

young green things

need air

gentle attention

and room to spare.

The weather will test

little flowers tonight

and threaten

the promise of

herbal delight

but roots that run deep

can withstand sudden shocks

and not even a frost

could kill my rootstocks.

The fortunes of farming

are never for sure

even when tillerís intentions

are pure

the Goddess of harvest

will have her own way

thereís nothing a

hardworking farmer can say.

So remember, be humble

(Iím telling myself)

prepare for the worst

always hope

for the best

a feast

or starvation,

what matters is how

you behave

when you put your hands

to the plow.

Then respect Mother Earth

and her daughters so fair

Ďcause for her any hardship

is easy to bear

including the hardship

of giving her up

I was just planting seeds

in my favorite cup.

-- Anonymous, June 15, 2002


On approximately 7/11/02 5:37 PM, you probably wrote:

> Have you ever considered lovelocks?

Yes, I've considered them.

"Cut from the back,
From the shadow place, behind me -
Where I trust only you to be.

Cut clean and fast,
like my heart is pierced, at the center -
Where I want only you to be.

Bound with cord,
Spun by my hand,
Tied with blue stone
and the ambered blood of ancient trees;

Poured from a small libation bowl,
and whenever you thirst,
drink me."

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-- Anonymous, July 12, 2002

So, tell me why I should.

Why should I trust you with such a powerful entry into this next level of my being?

To some I suppose it would mean nothing - "a little hair", and that's all. And I understand that I can choose how much it would mean to me. Or, at least, I can choose a part of that meaning.

But what I know, and what I've heard through the years, and what I seem to be have been born knowing - that ken beyond learning that isn't explained by anything other than the fact that stories must live in our blood, and be carried in the bones of things, rising in the moments that insert themselves between the places we name "reality" - does not go away, even with that choosing.

Yet even then, it would not be so great a thing, for probably almost no one I've known in my life would ever know what to do - and what not to do - with a lock of my hair.

But you're not that sort of someone.

And so I know that, were I to give you a lock of my hair, bound with thread spun by my hand, tied with silver, with ambers and stone I'd gathered from other places, in awareness and prayer - even with all that you'd still have a lock of my hair.

My spirit lives there.

And so I wonder:

What would you do with a lock of my hair?

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-- Anonymous, July 12, 2002

Oh, no. Not a joke at all.

Not where I come from, anyway. I guess we DO have things to teach one another...



But you know something? I'd let you do anything to my hair that you wanted to do.

It could drape over you like spider's silk, and tangle in your fingers. You could pull me close and bring my face to yours. You could brush it, or tie it, or braid it. Even now I can feel your breath in it, on my neck perhaps, or shaping words murmured to the bones behind my ear.

I can barely wait. But I can... ;)

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-- Anonymous, July 13, 2002

Whoa. Er, uh... Uh-oh.

BEAUTIFUL poem, and getting close to some VERY HEAVY stuff here. Reminds me of the time I was slated to be ritually disembowled in a sacrifice to the Mother Goddess, but I exhibited such public cowardice (with the Full Chorus looking on and All) that I was rejected as an offering. They killed me anyway, dishonorably.

But if you can forgive me for that, WOULD you consider lovelocks?

-- Anonymous, July 12, 2002

Cynthia my Dear:

What I'd do with a lock of your hair is something better demonstrated in person than explained, and I'd much rather leave them on your head to demonstrate.

I believe you misunderstood. "Lovelocks" are a STYLE of hair. A "DO".

Last seen on earth in the south, or perhaps around Baltimore in the circles Edgar Allen Poe used to frequent, during the 1820s- '30s "Grecian Revival".

In Greece they could be seen on archaic men AND women. Sean Connery was seen in them in the movie TIME BANDITS, I believe.

The "revival" style was a bit different: the lovelocks were held close to the back of the head.

Ancient styles were freer. Those are lovelocks! On the feminine partner in the couples on both the Louve (your) and the other (my) Cerveteri Sarcophagi. I've GOT to get a closer, better resolution picture of the Louve Sarcophagus!

I love lovelocks. There probably isn't a hair stylest alive who can do them. It was a (mild) joke.

-- Anonymous, July 13, 2002

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