Storms, Things we like that're over-powering Options

[Apres Laulyam]

I think I understand your fascination with sharks, hawks and jet planes, I have always been fascinated and thrilled by the cold perfection of the insect and spider world, at one time I even considered studying entomology, I didn't because I thought they would give me nightmares if I had to look at them through microscopes all day.

Here's for you, by Robert Frost:

Design

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth --
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth --
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?--
If design govern in a thing so small.

Bwahahahahaaaa, er,
Gerard, I Practice kindness to spiders, on purpose, because they are at first ugly to me. I'm sure I'm ugly to some, and sort of by a hope of reversal of kindness, I try not to kill them but bring them outside and hurl them away. I do stare at them fascinatedly, as you say. In some myths and stories, it is said they generated the alphabet, and that they're weavers of stories. I don't like them on my body at all, but from a close distance, I like to see them. 'cold precision', yes. I LOVE praying mantises though, i don't see them so much up here, but they were populous in Connecticut where I grew up.

And dragon flies, that are also called darning needles! I like them.

[Apres Laulyam]

I think I understand your fascination with sharks, hawks and jet planes, I have always been fascinated and thrilled by the cold perfection of the insect and spider world, at one time I even considered studying entomology, I didn't because I thought they would give me nightmares if I had to look at them through microscopes all day.

Here's for you, by Robert Frost:

Design

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth --
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth --
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?--
If design govern in a thing so small.

Bwahahahahaaaa, er,
Gerard, I Practice kindness to spiders, on purpose, because they are at first ugly to me. I'm sure I'm ugly to some, and sort of by a hope of reversal of kindness, I try not to kill them but bring them outside and hurl them away. I do stare at them fascinatedly, as you say. In some myths and stories, it is said they generated the alphabet, and that they're weavers of stories. I don't like them on my body at all, but from a close distance, I like to see them. 'cold precision', yes. I LOVE praying mantises though, i don't see them so much up here, but they were populous in Connecticut where I grew up.

oops, double post.
And dragon flies, that are also called darning needles! I like them.

[Apres Laulyam]

That 'voice' of thunder is so so wonderful. How deep it is, and how it rolls, articulate, not 'symbolizing' anything, just 'what it is'.

I also used to fear thunderstorms as a small child. Later on I used to read the Bible and I liked all the thunder/lightning imagery I found in that text. I used to think that thunder was the voice of God, and somewhere around there was a real live prophet who God was speaking to. I couldn't understand 'thunder language' because the message was not meant for me, but the prophet could understand it.

How permeable you were, at a young age, to reading. Still are maybe, eh?

[Apres Laulyam]

I also love thunderstorms - I remember being out in one as a child and the feeling of running from shelter to shelter between the lightning flashes. I was on a bus which was struck by lightning a few years ago and there was a collective drawing-in of breath from all those on board.
Once while sleeping during a summer storm, the rumble of thunder transmuted and became Nrsingadeva roaring in my dreams.

Adrija, wow. I've never been struck, nor seen a tree be struck, but I've heard it happen and seen the aftermath. Nrsinghadeva roaring in your dreams, that I think is wonderful! I'm envious.

[Apres Laulyam]

I have always been fascinated and thrilled by the cold perfection of the insect and spider world, at one time I even considered studying entomology, I didn't because I thought they would give me nightmares if I had to look at them through microscopes all day.

As a recovering arachnophobic I can empathise with that. I used to hate it when my infant school decided to start nature projects because they always seemed to involve catching spiders from the school garden and peering at them in glasses, and writing little reports. Even when the girls asked me to catch some for them it never attracted me.

On the other hand, has anyone see the way a spider dances in storms? Fascinating.

Brainiac; spiders dance in storms? Really? I'll uh, look out for it. I certainly understand your fear of spiders. If they drop onto me, I go 'buh!' and freak out. Poor things, to always be feared and cause repulsion. When I was picking raspberries with my sister, a big round-bodied yellow one came down from my cap, right in front of my face!! Aeeeeeiiiii!!!! But their webs are wonderful, and to see one spinning, I like. Sometimes in the early morning you can see the dew drops on them like jewels. spider dancing, you mean like the tarantella? Hmmm.

[Apres Laulyam]

I am trying to finish building a roof over my shed, and the wind is intimidating to me, and hazardous to the unfinished roof.

So while you are praying to the Storm Gods for a nice display, especially aroun' here, that they spare my roofs.

Meta, Meta, I don't pray! I won't! I have no influence, and I don't want you to be intimidated. I'll try to keep my desires pin-pointed to my local area, and hazard that my tiny capriciousness will have no bad effect on you and your roofs!

[Brainiac]

That 'voice' of thunder is so so wonderful. How deep it is, and how it rolls, articulate, not 'symbolizing' anything, just 'what it is'.

I also used to fear thunderstorms as a small child. Later on I used to read the Bible and I liked all the thunder/lightning imagery I found in that text. I used to think that thunder was the voice of God, and somewhere around there was a real live prophet who God was speaking to. I couldn't understand 'thunder language' because the message was not meant for me, but the prophet could understand it.

How permeable you were, at a young age, to reading. Still are maybe, eh?

I've been reading about God/religion since I was first capable of reading. Before that even, when you consider the collection of religious comics I had, I used to stare adoringly at the pictures of Rama, Krishna, Shiva, etc. I read three different versions of the Bible by age 9 which were of increasingly difficult reading levels; the first two were childrens' versions but the third was a proper Bible from my local church with small print. I read the whole thing entirely. It was good in terms of expanding my vocabulary at the time ("what does 'intercourse' mean?") and of course there were some parts I couldn't understand, but I greatly appreciated the thunder and lightning imagery found in Exodus, Psalms and other places. I think the Bible was responsible for helping me see the power of God in nature, and thunder/lightning sure is a demonstration of power! I've always been a bookworm.

On spiders, um, I'm not sure but apparently spiders love dancing in storms according to this nature documentary I once saw. They like music as well, unbelievably enough.

[babu]

this picture was received by me today of the day of the Beltane celebrations, a very Pan like day where folks gave full freedom on this one day to the joy of running around in the night having sex with whomever came your way as a vehicle for the great God Pan to infuse his energy into the community so that it may be whole and keeps it wildness. today, this Pan of Light may sometimes or all the time or anytime manifest in the heart and consciousness of loving beings in their lovemaking in what can be described as an energy rising up the spine and a golden light infusing all the cells in the body

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[Apres Laulyam]

Oh dear. Come as I do to this image, in the Dogma Free Zone, still I drag my little dogma along, panting like an imperial Pekingese puppy. I know that some will take Pan to be but a license giver, for cheap freedoms. Couldn't I just for a few moments stop angsting, and think of Beltane as a celebration, where no heart was broken, no law, no pact, where there is no need of absolution, that fretful baggage from another trip only Up or Down, but never just Here and Now. Why must my inner cherry bomb slouch toward Bethlehem or Vraja or Valhalla or Glasgow, instead of dancing in the moonlight? Why must my mind be overlaid with catechism, and schism, and leave some 'enjoyer' dogged in the balm of my sleeve, a little foreign devil, where my heart beats only in my wrist?

I don't know what the Light is, nor whether it rises or descends, nor what is wicked nor good. I only know, that each spring, I thrum to some dainty and dastardly energy, on some level, aerial and aerthy, sublime and grounded, when everything smells good, looks good, sounds good, tastes good, with no gender even, and comes awake after winter's sleep and cold encumbered slumber mode. It is just, and good, and right, and real, to feel May Day.

I wish Evakurvan was here, to set me straight or not. I am going to listen to the beautiful voices in the Twilight Zones, and eschew the argumentums ad foreverums about what is god or not. I am an animal with a vocabulary beyond the skin. Let me only imagine then, that there is no sin atall, that heaven is in my nature. Just imagine it.

[Apres Laulyam]

Why Darwin, what a perfect Garland. Perfect.
Thankee.

[evakurvan]

I wish Evakurvan was here, to set me straight or not.

hello hello

[Brainiac]

Oh man, two massive comebacks in two hours?

We are blessed!

Welcome back Eva.

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[Apres Laulyam]

'Hello hello'................Hullo!!! Is there an echo in here? Some part of me fell asleep on your stoop! Man, the beggars are riding horses this morning.....

[Gerard]

I wish Evakurvan was here, to set me straight or not.

hello hello

Hi

[metamorphosis]

I wish Evakurvan was here, to set me straight or not.

hello hello

Hi

Hi Evakurvan!