Me & Newton at the Crossroads of Y

Rainbow outside Corvallis, lambs in the grass, sheep by the river, red dots on their backs, goin’ 80, moving too fast. Slow  down, slow down at the crossroads, or you’ll  drive right past.
~J MoomMango~  

WORK IN PROGRESS...POSTED ACCIDENTALLY,

WARNING: IF YOU READ THIS POST BEFORE FINISHED, SIDE EFFECTS CAN BE DAMAGING TO YOUR BRAIN. oH, WeLL, tHAt mAY haPPeN AnyWay 

Hit a Crossroads in Life and hit the road to Kennewick to be with Family and visit old friends along the way. I knew I needed frame of reference as well as to go forth in my struggle to operate on Faith not Fear. Two nights before I left, as I drove to the Irish Festival at the local Bug Hostel, I caught sight of the price of gas that had shot up. I panicked and wondered if I should be going in my unemployed state. As I reminded myself to operate on faith, not fear, my Totem Great Horned Owl soared into the headlights, paused then floated off. Confirmed. I was going.

First Stop was Ashland, Oregon at my  friend Preston's campgrounds where it snowed and blew a wild windstorm. Beautiful! 

Neil Creek Ashland Campsite

Snowy Lantern

Snow Dancers

Saves the day

Question Spiraling

Why in the Y with a swirl spiraling it all inwards and outwards which ever need be at the moment.

Perfect moments, moments of time, questions, maybe’s, why’s and Y’s. Take it in, let it out, ask the question again and again, why, oh Y

The crossroads lead to the answer, just have to ask the question of why at the Y and spiral inwards or outwards for direction.

Point your finger, close your eyes, spin until you fall then open your eyes and see which way the finger points.

Finger pointing at the crossroads tells you which way to go at the Y, but doesn’t tell you why. Question the question.   

Papa L smoking and laughing knows the answer to the question. Papa answers the question with a question why at the Y, smoking and laughing.

Leave a mango, a heart, or two, plant your self and partake at the Y, spin until you fall and you’ll know why at the Y.

Question the question, spiraling it inwards, or outwards, which ever need be at the moment.

~J~moonmango                                                   2012 (possibly February or March?)

 Gotta Go
Gotta go, gotta go fast
gotta go, gotta pass,
engine lights on &
I'm low on gas
Baby's at the crossroads
gotta go fast

Drivin' 80 no stoppin' to play

I'm drivin' 80 all the way

Can't go 60, not today

Hearts a poundin',poundin' away

Baby's at the crossroads

Where my heart will stay

~J~moonmango~

Mantra --trust the powers. Stay Calm. Be Brave. Watch for the SIgns. & Trust the Powers.

The trip quickly became a journey of reflection and grounding clarity moving me in forward motion based on Faith, not Fear. Old friends were instrumental. It amazes me how the years can pass, children grown up, yet good old friends will just pick right up where they left off.It also amazes me how well my friends know me even after years of absence. They know me better than I know myself it seems. Somehow we made differences in each others lives on these visits. Frame of reference, there's nothing like it!

North to Vancouver

Mt. Shasta

New favorite movie quote: The Help: "Were you dropped on your head as a child, or just born stupid?"

City traffic

Out the window twilight

The journey to Vancouver to visit friends was an adventure in playing with the camera out the window!

"Stone Henge" along the Columbia River from Vancouver to Kennewick

Awakening from Sweet Slumber

Slumber so sweet the stars weep for want          

Stirring

Awakening

A volcano ready to spew

Heat intense

From simmer to boil in a flash

Loudness in existential form

No quieting the loudness

A crash

White

Calm 
Burning 
                                                                                                           ~J MoonMango~

Stoneheng

  
Four Eyed Monkey

I see a monkey, a four eyed monkey
a four eyed monkey with two noses,
twenty fingers and twenty toeses,                            
A four eyed monkey peeking at me
from between the steps of the slide you see
a four eyed monkey spying on me
a four eyed monkey...Lucy & Keahi 

~J MoomMango~



Vancouver had Launie & I up till about 1:00 am catching up on years apart. We solved most of the problems of the world. David, having to work the next day, went on to bed! I lost the pic, so if Launi emails it to me again, I'll post it. 

Think I'll get the job?

The job opportunities were endless in Kennewick

Hot coffee (the other side says "ot coffe")

Kennewick! Yay!

Vanessa & Isaiah were painting the living room.

My






Morning Light                                                         

Ah, my morning light
You filter in through my window
touching gently upon my cheek
bringing lightness to my heart 

Mauve, nothing but Mauve

Beauty above Tahsis Inlet summer 2010

Leonard Cohen If It Be Your Will (very mauve)  (hint...if you click on Leonard C, and then the Mauve song further below at the right times, it sounds cool together!)

 Mauve to Blue                                                                                                         

Grey, like the thick fog in the valley hiding the truth making intimacy possible
Wind blows, volcano blows, ash covering fire, glowing molten, but the fire is there
Red, orange, yellow turning to white light, offering itself beyond all darkness
 Ash settles, calmness spreads, moving gently like a lover exploring…
Intimacy awakens with the light. Truth. Honesty. Trust. It’s not the body, it’s the heart
Unfolding a treasure, golden, warm like the sun. Unfolding, paralysis gone
 An offering. Betrayed. Mauve to blue, but never again grey 
Red, orange, yellow turning… Always an offering.

~J~Moonmango                                                                      Kiltman inspired
                                                                                                                                                              2/20/2012

             

     Hints Of Mauve (Or, So, I Think)

'The Migrant' ,Denis Keogh

2.20.12
  mAUVE                                                                                                                                        


 

Mauve. the first synthetic dyestuff ever invented.
,a bright but delicate pale purple aniline dye.

Sometimes appearing organically in the sky, a sunset, or in moonlight reflected on water. the Mallow wildflower defining the color.
Not lavender. ,lavender being a pale blue w/ a just a trace of mauve. ,although sometimes considered a shade of dirty pink or purple. more grey & more blue than a pale hint of magenta.
(--which about sums it up. & now we know.)
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The color easier to explain than the emotion. & since I was born w/ the difficulty of being able to understand my emotions, I can't be a lot of help here.

Probably been there, crossed paths w/ the color many times in my mind.
Blue I think I understand. Mauve eludes me. It's so specific.

I guess I'm more of a primary color person. although I understand light yellow-green, & I understand red ochre. I understand salmon as well.
but to me, mauve is a figure of the imagination.

& I know we all have as many new emotions as we have thoughts. Or, so I think.
a lot of them go unidentified. which would be the case here. pinning emotions on colors,
or colors on emotions. however it works.

One of the many things I am not very good at. Maybe I'm 'mauve' right now. I'm certainly something. ,but under the circumstances,
I doubt I'll ever use mauve in a poem.
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S. Preston Chase

Mauve Song...

Febrary sunset off my porch  ~J~

Mauve, to Red
Mauve ⁱ/ˈmoʊv/^[2] (rhymes with "stove"^{[citation needed]}; from the French form of Malva "mallow") is a pale lavender-lilac color, one of many in the range of purples. The color mauve is named after the mallow flower.
Mauve is more grey and more blue than a pale tint of magenta would be. Many pale wildflowers called "blue" are actually mauve. Sometimes mauve can be considered a dirty pink or a shade of purple.
Mauve can also be described as pale violet.

Mauve.  Unsaturated color made up of the reds, whites, blues of a heart worn with love. Patience accommodates this color well, but often is hard to find in areas easily gathered.

Mauve to Blue, seasoned and true, Mauve to red, mostly shares my bed.

Mauve with extra, while, toning to gray, makes the mule. Enough black and Mauve drives off in a red sports car.

Mauve in a flower heals lovers broken hearts.

Mauve in a sunset puts babes to sleep gently with dreams.

Mauve in lipstick melts in the car, and stains a lovers collar.

Mauve woven in a dream weave may bring a dream of warm loving.

Mauve in stormy eyes, drops one to their knees.

Mauve in rock formations weep the weary under the mosses.

Painted sky with tones of Mauve, dripping colours mixed haphazardly down the horizon. Slathered reds, whites, blacks and blues turning, maybes into could bees, should bees and hardlys almost, but not quite having it’s way with the wouldbees.                                                


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Only dreams can paint you the moon. Mauve to red, raining on a bed of roses most fully in bloom. Having a laugh, loving along, Papa L. running long side with you. Bola de Sabão,  bola de Sabão  Mauve to red, Mauve to red 

~J~moonmango                                         3/12 

 

Fire weed aboveTahsis inlet

 

Mariposa Lily East side of Sierras

Owl clover Skeleton Creek

                                                         

Mauve                                              Mauve

                 Mauve                                              Mauve

Mauve                                 Mauve

Wild onion above Tahsis inlte

Electric mauve (Lily at about 3 years on trampoline)

Mauve is a color that can’t make up it’s mind..

either it’s blue or pink or lavender.

It’s sad or depressed or wishy washy..can’t make up it’s mind.

Mauve is contemplative, feminine, a little worried.

Mauve is lovely, peaceful until you dissect it into its elements.

Mauve is tension with an artistic vocabulary.

My favorite color, right now, is red.

Sue Inge   3/28/12

Kennewick, WA. sunset

How's this for red Sue? Ha!

Portland mauve

        

Me mauve at Lithia Park Ashland, Or.

Mauve sunset off my porch

~Mauve To Joy  ~                 3/3/12
(based on a conversation with Holly about Mauve as a mood, inspirational credit to Leonard Cohen, Sue Inge, Preston Chase and anyone enduring my own mauve moods)


Mauve to Red is one thing~                                                                      
Mauve to Blue yet another~
Mauve leaning to grey tones~
 spirals downwards 
to the black that spirals up, but not out.

The Reds and Whites bring shades of pink
to brighten the Dear Heart.
When White spirals outward, the Red overpowers,
sending invitation to black within the grey,                                    
grey with white nowhere to be found...

Mauve, turning to black~                                                            
 spiraling nowhere,,,
setting heavily in the soul
White! All the colors of the rainbow,
shades now of joy~

~J~Moonmango

Got mauve? make mauve comments! I'd love to hear thoughts of mauve as a mood...

Holly's Post

Holly in her favorite position...upside down See Dragonfly New Years Retreat post for Holly's super poses

Lucinda Williams; I Envy The Wind                                                        

This post is dedicated to Holly Mauro who is gone from us now. In borrowing (I will give the words back someday?) from people who wrote about Holly, as well as throwing my own in the mix, Holly was a " like a super nova star...burned brightly and quickly", "a force of nature", "such a Light, always hungry, loved sweets", "alive and radiant", "such an interesting person. Like an enigma!". This Shooting Star of vibrant light passed through a prism and thrown about the room in sparkling array of effervescent rainbow colors touched lives quickly, passionately, and deeply. Her presence on this Earth will be missed as the sun has raised up too far to pass her rays through the prism.    

She is at peace for now, I just know that. Not because I need to, but really. She has more to do, but rests for now. She tried, and tried hard to make things work, to get well, feel good. She reached out, even listened and took things to heart, searched for  "religion". "The pain" she would say, "when I think of the pain people go through, I just don't understand". She'll get through it next time, but needed to rest. She left those she touched, but she needed to rest, couldn't take anymore. She needed to rest before she could grasp how to work through it. It's ok. She will rest now, if only for awhile.

Holly's amazing Blogsite: http://thecamp4diaries.blogspot.com

Holly, Snow Creek, Mirror Lake, February 2012

  

Flip Side of Me

In the world of egocentricity, I have a friend who is me inside out, one who is my evil twin, another a wavy reflection in a pond of myself, one a complete opposite, and yet another an upside down of me.

Holly was my flip side… you know, the side of the chocolate pancake that has all the exciting chunks that have sunken to the bottom before the flip. The flavor blasts of dried cherries, coconut, chocolate chunks and pecans, caramelizing and blasting the tongue with flavor. I’m the doughy side with air bubbles, and globs of congealed unstirred Batter.

Pineapple upside down cake? the flip side was Holly, pineapple zip with nuts & pazaz.

Holly was the side of the record (dating myself here, but someone did give me a senior discount the other day…), that ROCks…, the songs that make people buy the album hey?

Rock on Holly Dear, thanks for being all I never was and showing me I could be. Spread your  wings and fly.

~J~moonmango 

Looking at the beauty

Fallen Dove  

 (This one written in essence of a breath taken elsewhere, but seems to relate to Holly somehow)

Tired and weary, worn and teary, hopeless, helpless, a dove fallen from her perch
some words from afar, a touch felt through the clouds, love transcending
restored

~J~moonmango                                3/12

 Mauve To Joy  

(based on a conversation with Holly about Mauve as a mood, inspirational credit to Leonard Cohen, Sue Inge, Preston Chase and anyone enduring my own mauve moods)

Mauve to Red is one thing~

Mauve to Blue yet another~

Mauve leaning to grey tones~

 spirals downwards 

to the black that spirals up, but not out.

The Reds and Whites bring shades of pink

to brighten the Dear Heart.

When White spirals outward,

Pleased with herself

 the Red overpowers,                                                      

sending invitation to black within the grey,

grey with white nowhere to be found...

Mauve, turning to black~

 spiraling nowhere,,,

setting heavily in the soul

White! All the colors of the rainbow,

shades now of joy~ 

~J~moonmango   3/3/12

Merced River

 The light this February day when i met Holly in the park for a hike was incredible. This Shooting Star had climbed many of the granite walls that surrounded us.

Lit up Mirror Lake

Lost To The Storm

 
This seemed so appropriate even though is another written as a passion piece in time and space with other pieces of light in mind.

a STORM BREWING, SOFT SUBTLE deep as the ocean, gray as the fog at night headlights reflecting on pea soup, tule fog in the valley with headlights coming through from the other lane.

Drawn to the storm, senses screaming out, the storm, so subtle drawing calling without knowing, enticing without awareness, the storm so gentle, softly brewing, stirring a soul so open, can’t see through the fog, in the night, headlights coming from the other lane.

 Take me into the storm lest I die running away, die either way, so take me into the storm. Let the grayness encompass and hide me from the world,

the storm can blow and toss all the ships at sea, suck me under, suck me in, take me down, take me in, into the bottom of the ocean, the depths of the stormy sea, lost, never to be found.

Lost to the storm, deep in the sea. Don’t ever ask. You’ll not find me. Lost in the storm, wanting to be free. Don’t ever ask…like the cat, don’t ever ask

Golden sun shining through, the storm never lasts, but one who gets sucked in is lost forever despite the golden sun haloed above the remaining gray clouds.

Let me touch that golden sun, reach through the stormy gray and stroke the sun rays, grab onto them and float, up out of the depths of the stormy sea, still, never to be found.  

Yosemite Falls

Lost to the storm, don’t ever ask, never to be found, free and bound by the gray and the light of the stormy night, the depths of the sea, never to be found…

~J~moonmango                              3/24/11

To Holly, who burned bright and fast
A Soul such as this is missed deeply. 

You’ll never climb higher

You were the bold bright colors of diffused light from the twilight sky when the sun is below the horizon and its light is refracted.

You said you would teach me to climb. I guess in your way you did. You won’t climb any higher than this Baby.

I don’t really recall, not real sure, but I think you said goodbye to me, before leaving behind what was tangible, walking away from reality

I’ll miss the fire, miss the passion, the fearlessness of one who could climb so high

Choosing to leave what’s corporeal behind .

Tomorrow is yesterday now, and someday is history too the promise of today evaporated with the dew.

You’re free climbing now chicka, no ropes, no helmet, just wings to fly…

You’ll never climb higher than this.

~J~moonmango