Lemurian City of Ladies

A Lemurian City Built in Memory of Christine de Pizan

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Unearthed Fragments – Orlando’s Finds

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Well, it’s been a very long while since Imogen checked back to see how Orlando non Furioso is doing with his excavations!  He has been busy, and digging in the sun has been bringing up some treasures.  Fragments are interesting, because they are and always will be parts of a whole, waiting for validation.  Fragments are also curiously beguiling for the same reason, as they make you want to contemplate the whole, which is probably what Orlando has been doing for so long, digging in the sunny yard at the Villa in the City of Ladies.  He is pleased to find remnants of a soap dish which sat atop what appears to be an antique shaving cup, with lovely gold and blue dots around the rim, and holes for the soap water to drain away.  He has found the remains of a tea set he and his grandmother used to use when he was a child, the remains of a dinner plate in a lovely soft green, a tea cup shard with a rose on it his mother had, and a plate he had as a child with a blue horse on it.  Not sure about the shard of thick glass, possibly from a very expensive window from another era, or perhaps part of a window for future looking into?

There have also been many patterns of flat decorative glass found, in fragments, looking almost like pieces of sugar toffee, or licorice, from old windows of long ago, that no longer need looking through.  They make good art, and Baba especially liked them…of course Imogen will see what else he found, once he sorts these treasures.

word and image copyright imogen crest 2012

images – fragments, reclaimed shards.

Written by imogen88

June 8, 2012 at 1:14 pm

Were-Pen and I Arrive at Rainbow Beach

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            I had been sleeping ever so nicely on the magic Metro, dreaming of a wonderful, fantastical Story Land, where the writers were always inspired, where the verbs were always active, the plots always  plausible, the characters always fully-developed, and the endings came full-circle.  Never a cliché or a trite phrase, and the painters I met said their colors never muddied.  Singers always hit the high notes and guitarists never broke a string.  I liked it there.  I never wanted to wake from this fictive dream…

        “Wake up, wake up, we’re here,” said the Were-Pen, poking my arm.

        “We’re where?” I asked, yawning.

        “Next stop on your tour of Lemuria, maybe the most beautiful sight of all:  Rainbow Beach.”

        “Oh, no, Pen – may I call you Penny?”  The Were-Pen cursed, “May all my ink go dry instantly if I let you refer to be by that horrible diminutive moniker!”

        “All right, you don’t have to blot yourself, I won’t call you Penny,” I said.  “But please, Were-Pen, tell me, what’s so special about Rainbow Beach?”

        “See for yourself.”

        I opened my eyes and looked out of the window at the most beautiful beach I had ever seen.  I got off the Magic Metro and walked onto the soft, deep sand, which was gently rippling like a wave of warm pastels.  The light kissed each wave and glistened off the powdery sand.  It looked like I was standing inside a cleaned pearly, abalone shell.  

        The Were-Pen took a little bow and said, “I present to you, Rainbow Beach.  Not only is it beautiful, it is a place to relax, be inspired, and meet friends.  The Ladies of Lemuria like to gather here.”

        “To work?  To pray?”

        “Yes, and also to, ahem, ‘hang-out’:  that is, tell ghost stories, go to the Drive-in, tackle time lords, and imbibe a special green beverage.”

        “Sounds great!  When can I meet them?”

        “Soon.  We’ll walk along until we hear raucous voices, laughter, dancing, and a gypsy tambourine – Enchanteur and her entourage will be at the epicenter.”

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July 7, 2008 at 8:37 pm

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arrival in Lemuria

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When I visited Paris, my friends and I rode the Metro all around town.  I had no idea where we were going, but when we’d walk up the stairs and out onto the sidewalk, I would see something wonderful I had only read about before:  the Louvre, Notre Dame, Musee’ D’Orsay, Opera House, Left Bank, Champs Elysees, Sacre’ Coeur, the Arc de Triomphe…it was magical.  I did not always know where I was, but I knew it was somewhere I wanted to be.

            I had a feeling this road trip to Lemuria would be something like that.  So when I popped up from the magical Metro station, and saw the beautiful colored gates, I knew this would be the first step of a wonderful journey.

            I checked my itinerary, which said my first stop would be the Lemurian Gateway of Choice, so called because I could choose to stay or go, seek for answers or ignore the questions, ,  look within and see if there were anything I liked, pursue my talents or give up, wonder what might have been.  I might find love and enlightenment – or it might be a waste of time and energy.  Who knew?  But I’d never know unless I tried…

            Besides, who could resist entering such a beautiful, enchanting passageway?  And besides, I’d heard some of my fellow pilgrims might be a bunch of girls who just wanna have fun…

            As I walked through the archway, I thought I heard the fluttering of hundreds of raven wings, the sweet strains of a gypsy violin, and maybe a siren’s song…

            Next on the itinerary was a stop at the undersea Atlantic Cathedral, more like a giant aquarium, with a small alcove where land mammals like me could look in at the wonders, be amazed, be humbled, be thankful for such beauty, and pray to the Muse for the grace to always be inspired.

 

 

(photo of Wahington National Cathedral by Gary Stiles)

 

 

Written by kvwordsmith

June 30, 2008 at 7:58 pm

Dreams for Sale

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The sleepy basket girl
walks through the pink Lemurian mist
each early morning,
singing out, in a sweet alto voice,
“Dreams for sale!
Look in my basket,
full of pretty dreams!
Pick any one you like!
Only cost you a quick kindness,
don’t cost nothin’ to look!
Old dreams, new dreams,
anything you can dream of!
Anything can happen today
in the City of Ladies!
Come on, now, my dears,
you beautiful Lemurian dreamers,
Try one of my fresh dreams right now –
today could be amazing!  (Stay tuned…)”
And where she walks she leaves a magic trail
of pink and purple glittering pixie dust,
a few sand dollars, some pretty shells,
the heavy, sweet scent of longing
for what could have been,
and just a hint of what may yet be… 
 
by Kerry Vincent (c) 2008

Written by kvwordsmith

June 25, 2008 at 2:28 am

Receiving Ladies

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EnchanteurCityofLadies

Enchanteur is receiving ladies who have a unique voice and special projects that will enhance the aims of this ancient Lemurian City.

Heather Blakey June 14 08

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June 14, 2008 at 7:55 am

Return from White Owl Island – Heather Blakey

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I returned from the White Owl humbled. She did not offer me advice when I asked for guidance as I lead so many travellers through a foreign realm. Instead she gave me this pastoral crook as a symbol of divine creative power. She assured me that with this crook on my staff I could guide others on the spiral journey of regeneration.Now I am not sure what I will do with my free time here in Duwamish. I might wander down to the Gypsy encampment by the bridge or I might return to the bath-house where the Ferry Women and Priestesses bathe. My room in the Inn is very comfortable and from my window I can see the light house on White Owl Island and mentally plot the path I walked to meet White Owl.
(from White Owl Island Archive, September 2005.)
(copyright Heather Blakey 2008.)

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April 2, 2008 at 12:03 pm

Out and About on White Owl Island – Heather Blakey

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I have been out and about with my sketch book and visited the big bollards near the jetty and White Owl Farm. It was the most lovely day out. I had my bag, with some sandwiches and a drink tucked inside and slept to the sound of the ocean pounding near the bedroom window when I finally got back to my hideaway retreat.

(White Owl Island Archive, March 2006.)

(copyright Heather Blakey 2008.)

Written by imogen88

April 1, 2008 at 9:29 am