tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44000264332513334602024-03-20T18:54:55.419+10:30danae sinclairdivining ordinary lifed sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-9510583109014847292009-02-02T17:14:00.005+10:302009-02-02T18:19:49.474+10:30...and I've flown south....<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">again! I know I know, but life just keeps getting better and better and why not move this blog to a platform that is more efficient and user friendly?? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">come and see the new look me at <a href="http://www.danaesinclair.wordpress.com/">www.danaesinclair.wordpress.com </a></span><br /><br /></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-20294845913876763342009-02-01T12:09:00.005+10:302009-02-01T14:23:46.487+10:30mercury stands still<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdUvBcxml4K6IgNA2Rdp58oNZJFZktErDGabPadJH4AtayimHkpwIydReI6g8YcuDBEhbxRTGSdaN4OJ0uvcTdTwq-cYz9_K5sGy5qd8xfnmF9rHp3vnBmG9-4OT4CEKMWhpyDVb3dqw/s1600-h/deamon+est+deus+inversus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdUvBcxml4K6IgNA2Rdp58oNZJFZktErDGabPadJH4AtayimHkpwIydReI6g8YcuDBEhbxRTGSdaN4OJ0uvcTdTwq-cYz9_K5sGy5qd8xfnmF9rHp3vnBmG9-4OT4CEKMWhpyDVb3dqw/s400/deamon+est+deus+inversus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297670130068227634" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">daemone est deus inversus</span> ds '09<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;">"But in the unconscious is everything that has been rejected by consciousness, and the more Christian one's consciousness is, the more heathenishly does the unconscious conduct itself, if in the rejected heathenism there are any values that are important for life - if, that is to say, the baby has been thrown out with the bathwater, as so often happens. The unconscious does not isolate or differentiate its objects as consciousness does."<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Carl Jung, Answer to Job, p 100)</span>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-38425798379277552272009-01-23T08:37:00.001+10:302009-01-25T10:09:08.047+10:30bibliomancy for the new moon (solar) eclipse in aquarius...<div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;">"...the vision of soul given by anima is more than just one more perspective. The call of soul convinces; it is a seduction into psychological faith, a faith in images and the thought of the heart, into an animation of the world. Anima attaches and involves. She makes us fall into love. We cannot remain the detached observer looking through a lens. In fact, she probably doesn't partake in optical metaphors at all. Instead, she is continually weaving, stewing, and enchanting consciousness into passionate attachments away from the vantage point of a perspective..."<br /><br />(James Hillman, Anima)<br /></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-59610076469901704252009-01-17T11:37:00.006+10:302009-01-18T17:03:53.324+10:30bibliomancy for venus - uranus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0N4Du3r-HhQFsaVlTjUTvgaDBLC7bnQUdTNcroY68jtDxW8HhX0kc5T_j7GxJYdeXJ5yOoFAM-sUdUHbjPMaHPoFj-ee0I1y53kAzEB46ytVvQgBj2uqwkzbb_oWQjrlO9E3J4M_M6w/s1600-h/after+rain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 371px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0N4Du3r-HhQFsaVlTjUTvgaDBLC7bnQUdTNcroY68jtDxW8HhX0kc5T_j7GxJYdeXJ5yOoFAM-sUdUHbjPMaHPoFj-ee0I1y53kAzEB46ytVvQgBj2uqwkzbb_oWQjrlO9E3J4M_M6w/s400/after+rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292518234667654626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">'groom'<br /><br />The Lover comes, the Lover comes!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Open the way for him!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">He’s looking for a heart,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Let’s show him one.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I scream</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">“What you come to hunt is me!”</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">He says laughingly,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">“I’m here not to hunt you but to save you.”<br /><br />(Rumi)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-62642153186170687012009-01-17T08:51:00.014+10:302009-01-17T11:55:55.411+10:30the language of the birds...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQX4W99emZbmo3k1MXrC_2N9hzROeQ1bnw2Hs_nUao8pAYxUs_uRcxRwKkbCCDoz7nXF-2frS6jQ6iN7e-cqA8_W3nwHNshL39_OPm0pQwkkjY1NQAGfBXRL78pL0JcQ0zbC9P6-hhvkM/s1600-h/you+look+more+like+a+magpie+these+days.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQX4W99emZbmo3k1MXrC_2N9hzROeQ1bnw2Hs_nUao8pAYxUs_uRcxRwKkbCCDoz7nXF-2frS6jQ6iN7e-cqA8_W3nwHNshL39_OPm0pQwkkjY1NQAGfBXRL78pL0JcQ0zbC9P6-hhvkM/s400/you+look+more+like+a+magpie+these+days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292019228676810050" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">you look more like a magpie these days '07</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Writers write every day. Artists create all the time. Th</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">at's what I'm told - a real writer is compelled toward setting words in print, come foul or fair. In worst of times, the true writer will come up with just one word rather than fail to create. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Julia Cameron, author of <a href="http://www.theartistsway.com/">The Artist's Way</a> , insists that many self proclaimed 'writers' are in love wi</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">th the <span style="font-style: italic;">idea</span> of being a writer but when it comes down to it are without the drive or the stamina to do the work. Others possess talent but internal voices of critics past and present snuf</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">f out</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> any sparks of motivation</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">or inspiration.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">There's also a category of women, in Came</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">r</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">on's W</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">ay, who produce baby after baby rather than show up at the page and answer an artistic call. Fruit of the womb as a substitute for real world s</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">uccess is the gist of that bit o</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">f pop-psychology.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You can imagine that someone such as myself, who has indeed produced baby after baby and not much else (by some standards), who may well b</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">e one of those who are in love with the poetic image of the solitary but brilliant ar</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">tist and who could just as well qualify for the other, would be suitably shamed and chastised by all of it and duly set a course of remedial action.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Actually, no.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">There comes a moment in a person's life, hopefully for all of us, when the realisation dawns that enough means enough, that yes the</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">re are difficulties, possibly some cellulite (I j</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">est!) or a lack of funds, but these needn't be a reason not to accept oneself and one's l</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">ife completely as is. Exactly as is. Not the potential of oneself, not the idea of how one could be, and not the </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">way</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> one would be if all the problems were overcome. Yes, just like this.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />There also comes a moment of reckoning (and</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> I'm having one of these) - a kind of straighten-up-and-fly-right type message from the d</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">ivine. It hasn't escaped me that after over a year of drawing birds and working with w</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">ords I've moved into a house where the previous occupant went to great measures t</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">o repel al</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">l things feathered. The now fully laden frui</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">t trees in the back garden are enclosed in a gigantic metal cage - which at first glance looks like an aviary but is designed to keep birds out. Every now and then a cheeky little bowerbird will squeeze un</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">der the gate and help himself to some windfalls while I watch with admiration - with that much dete</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">rmination the little guy is welc</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">ome to anything he can get. Even with the limits set in a most obvious way, life thriv</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">es.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Work with what you've got, the signs all say, no remedi</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">al action required other than what it takes to move from stone-still to action - openness (and maybe a small measure of that little bird's cheekiness).<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">So what if one isn't built for creating epics - </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">one can </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">always come up with an haiku or two. If there's only a small gap in a busy day (perhap</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">s otherwise filled with nappy changing, runs to school and the market and the like) </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">there's still opportunity enough to look around and notice things - to see life</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> in one's own way - get under the fence and be inspired.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And if all else fails, take a look at what has been created so far.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">In honour of Mercury's retrograde phase, I'm doing</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> a re</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">view of my work - including some of my favourite bird drawings.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-LyvbP1J9q9Whs8smLz-3J_dsiyhao6vZtJJfwI4hmwusQU-7hFMrSrnHEdq4O6K3ritIQZ5s1w02bh-mOqGsew6xGg75CCJ5Mr4ZucRg7BPQdTDnr9cbftHaLub4441mzOrem2Shtq8/s1600-h/dark+angel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 428px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-LyvbP1J9q9Whs8smLz-3J_dsiyhao6vZtJJfwI4hmwusQU-7hFMrSrnHEdq4O6K3ritIQZ5s1w02bh-mOqGsew6xGg75CCJ5Mr4ZucRg7BPQdTDnr9cbftHaLub4441mzOrem2Shtq8/s400/dark+angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292020122089193266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">there goes my angel... ds '08</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89-NwU-tfnGfRm5qL9mDA619Nt4kYuj38BGg36RaCo_A0L0R5qHCF3IyxoHlcQg9xeyIH1eRL1wHICq3FoKCSRqbGCXBqS6PYZAQo0oNuoiY-wqeW4IBVeEx5tuM-B06iJLki-Ov61oI/s1600-h/waiting+for+moonrise.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 352px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89-NwU-tfnGfRm5qL9mDA619Nt4kYuj38BGg36RaCo_A0L0R5qHCF3IyxoHlcQg9xeyIH1eRL1wHICq3FoKCSRqbGCXBqS6PYZAQo0oNuoiY-wqeW4IBVeEx5tuM-B06iJLki-Ov61oI/s400/waiting+for+moonrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292023011578449090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">waiting for moonrise ds '08<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjn8v3ViYq3ua1LVYlBfu4l1JFKqrQ6eJJAWu5xYM35urg6OpGHpnSVMJ50h5iUm_ousEagCITq5sv0iwXKEVKkLy5R9zFnjiRxxzEOqitrCl3fm29gteYBDHpzGhRQQ36RqCUR06P2Y/s1600-h/unfinished+business.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjn8v3ViYq3ua1LVYlBfu4l1JFKqrQ6eJJAWu5xYM35urg6OpGHpnSVMJ50h5iUm_ousEagCITq5sv0iwXKEVKkLy5R9zFnjiRxxzEOqitrCl3fm29gteYBDHpzGhRQQ36RqCUR06P2Y/s400/unfinished+business.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292023667063521682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">unfinished business ds '08</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13r08m59wkPl-7MGjukanDtYr-ztMiTAdu43GSfMT4I4yfKstscS7DO6pgy9z5EmEa8DqrzOP5e1U3lruaVlmVAfaRysDbXZN2PYDk1faZEMUXrtscHbDFLEgELW5v9S_1yEPNzekyXs/s1600-h/dark+moon+bird.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 378px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13r08m59wkPl-7MGjukanDtYr-ztMiTAdu43GSfMT4I4yfKstscS7DO6pgy9z5EmEa8DqrzOP5e1U3lruaVlmVAfaRysDbXZN2PYDk1faZEMUXrtscHbDFLEgELW5v9S_1yEPNzekyXs/s400/dark+moon+bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292026486195698050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >balsamic sparrow</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> ds '08<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtYYQFgWxMABhycxF8PETHAL4bMVYpmjHOY7RjmEDXdjB-sJ56unmkzQHsacCL9zdxiFbshXPv6dvhE6ilrySBlyF922LghlzsNRBj7gqLd4rhuVoSwPhAtK_sj3t0LyQ5thvX2lmN4OU/s1600-h/heron+now.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtYYQFgWxMABhycxF8PETHAL4bMVYpmjHOY7RjmEDXdjB-sJ56unmkzQHsacCL9zdxiFbshXPv6dvhE6ilrySBlyF922LghlzsNRBj7gqLd4rhuVoSwPhAtK_sj3t0LyQ5thvX2lmN4OU/s400/heron+now.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292027308289363074" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">heron now ds '08</span><br /></span><br /></div></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-37482955943778927352009-01-07T18:20:00.003+10:302009-01-07T18:41:47.824+10:30happy new year...and a new era<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;">"...Yet since the process of individualisation has reached a stage at which it has become a public issue, and the attainment of a state of consciousness, free and autonomous individuality is presented in one form or another all over the globe as the ideal goal of human evolution, the trans-Saturnine planets play a critical role <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">even</span> at the sociocultural level..." </span><span style="font-family: courier new;"> (Dane <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rudhyar</span>, The Astrology of Transformation)</span><br /></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-10926820905750263402008-11-28T06:38:00.004+10:302008-12-16T16:55:51.565+10:30and for a new moon in sagittarius (that almost slipped my mind)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJj7Zd-u2vWvdvxjg6tKa0SWcWLmMxP53D7kq9X1hE128Y8pFk4GvEwUesDJ-aU2r-Mwd2qlkwWUPQTEX67M40s2Dl1DjbS3V8ww6mbLdAW6vIqn3qZLg4NqQonfb6Q0bezqiNJx_X40/s1600-h/mind.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJj7Zd-u2vWvdvxjg6tKa0SWcWLmMxP53D7kq9X1hE128Y8pFk4GvEwUesDJ-aU2r-Mwd2qlkwWUPQTEX67M40s2Dl1DjbS3V8ww6mbLdAW6vIqn3qZLg4NqQonfb6Q0bezqiNJx_X40/s400/mind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280267672110194690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">"Attention to the qualities of things resurrects the old idea of </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" >notitia</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> as a primary </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-family:courier new;">activity</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> of </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="font-family:courier new;">the</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="font-family:courier new;">soul</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" >Notitia</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> refers to that capacity to form true notions of things from attentive noticing. It is the noticing on which </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="font-family:courier new;">knowledge</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> depends..." </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">(James Hillman, Anima Mundi)</span></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-63988762709485420482008-11-26T11:52:00.005+10:302008-12-04T13:57:13.488+10:30bibliomancy for the end of an era...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmynDeNIKwJjmFfNSb3IV9uabuVfZt85r55mps79e_SZpE410cqnSSq7ED4Kc1mVfgrxMnSm5h0MufzosWqOa87rN665NQ1SU3aAlnOgTjKBzSlQ7tQVbFBFr-vCmDOjuSTvicotebOpM/s1600-h/magician.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 336px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmynDeNIKwJjmFfNSb3IV9uabuVfZt85r55mps79e_SZpE410cqnSSq7ED4Kc1mVfgrxMnSm5h0MufzosWqOa87rN665NQ1SU3aAlnOgTjKBzSlQ7tQVbFBFr-vCmDOjuSTvicotebOpM/s400/magician.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275771162501629074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />'magician' d sinclair '08</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">"...'the death we speak of in our culture is a fantasy of the ego,' and from that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">perspective</span> we lose touch with subtlety. 'For us, pollution and decomposition and cancer have become physical only.' He notes that in the great art of other cultures there is a different kind of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sensibility</span> with respect to dying, one that has faded from our attention and become part of the modern unconscious and of the psychic underworld..." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"> (Stanton Marlon, The Black Sun: The Alchemy and Art of Darkness, 77)</span></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-15567788157211105422008-11-19T11:16:00.005+10:302008-11-19T11:37:57.614+10:30...and for a patch of blue in an otherwise cloudy sky<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;">"Let the sun come. I shall have to take nights more slowly. For now its enough to find a tiny pattern, faithfully every day, that begins to spell my name..." <br /><br />(Jeanette Winterson in Gut Symmetries)<br /><br /><br /></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-34375112714459301062008-11-13T20:35:00.003+10:302008-11-13T20:44:30.757+10:30bibliomancy for a full moon in taurus<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"> "So you make Reason and Justice and Wisdom?"<br /> The Serpent laughed. "Reason and Justice and Wisdom are not things one makes. They are qualities that make life better. I do my best to further those qualities in the world."<br /> "Tell me again what they mean. I remember Reason, it's using your mind to figure things out."<br /> "The use of the intellect - the mind - rather than the emotions."<br /> "Justice?"<br /> "Justice is what is fair and right."<br /> "And Wisdom?"<br /> "Wisdom is made up of knowledge, judgement, and insight. Knowledge is what you know, judgement is how you make decision; insight is being able to feel and understand a situation intuitively, going beyond the facts. When the three are combined, you have wisdom." <br /><br />(Elsie V Aidinoff, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Garden</span>)<br /></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-26656101684471384662008-11-05T10:38:00.011+10:302008-11-13T12:21:59.637+10:30maybe its Uranus opposite Saturn...<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;">...but I just don't feel like writing or drawing. I don' t feel like washing dishes or sweeping the kitchen either. All of these things usually make me feel productive and good. I just want to goof off. Go walkabout.<br /><br />I don't even have the energy for a full-length sentence.<br /><br />Take yesterday - the kid and I wandered around Ikea looking for things we <span style="font-style: italic;">might</span> need (even though I don't particularly like that flimsy flat-packed-impossible-to-assemble stuff), ate a dissatisfying cafeteria meal, and went home with a $6 pack of candles, vanilla scented . Then, while she napped I read - or I should say 'sucked down' - a Nora Roberts paperback instead of writing the brilliant article that's been banging around inside my head.<br /><br />Days like these, I just love Nora Robert's novels. They're chocolate for my mind. Don't tell anyone. Seriously, the woman is brilliant and by my reckoning as rich as Zeus, or at the very least JK Rowling. I'm tempted to google her and find out just how many thousands of books she's published, but that might be too much effort right now. I've read maybe two dozen of them, just for research purposes you understand, and they're all the same but still manage to draw the reader in and deliver that delicious thrill all the way through.<br /><br />You gotta admire a writer who can do that. Even if she never wins the literary prizes she gets the Prada prize. I know which I'd rather have.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm a little restless and at the same time completely happy to do nothing else but anything that makes me feel good.<br /><br />I encourage you to do the same.</div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-85755376443904736342008-10-29T11:04:00.002+10:302008-10-29T11:12:07.462+10:30bibliomancy for a new moon in scorpio...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Many time man lives and dies</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Between his two eternities,</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">That of race and that of soul,</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">And ancient Ireland knew it all.</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Whether man die in his bed</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Or the rifle knocks him dead,</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">A brief parting from those dear</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Is the worst man has to fear.</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Though grave-diggers' toil is long,</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Sharp their spades their muscles strong.</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">They but thrust their buried men</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Back in the human mind again. </span><br /><br />WB YEATS<br /></span></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-19867752779163238572008-09-30T15:51:00.002+09:302008-09-30T15:53:39.786+09:30mercury-uranus and so long for a while...<div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Just letting you all know that this site will be unattended for a while, due to unforseen circumstances - I'll be busy moving house among other things... if the site goes down, check again later, I promise I'll be back!</span><br /></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-70519541800958302212008-09-28T11:54:00.001+09:302008-09-28T21:01:15.677+09:30and for a new moon in libra...<div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">"The existentialist emphasis on commitment which many psycho-analysts credit with broadening the scope and shifting the emphasis of their work suffers many of the same defects, thought they are expressed differently. For both Sartre and the early Heidegger (Being and Time), the unbridgeable distance between self and others gives interpersonal commitment an arbitrary and self-centered quality. I am committed because I choose to be, not because the other, who is just a mirror that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">narcissisticly</span> reflects my existence back to me, in any way solicits that commitment. It is </span>I,<span style="font-family:courier new;"> my choosing, which lends meaning and value to the commitment and </span>I<span style="font-family:courier new;"> who benefits by thus exercising my freedom...Equally, commitment understood in quantum terms...is not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">something</span> directed towards others, nor <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">projected</span> upon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">others</span>, but and act of fidelity <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">bound</span> up </span>with <span style="font-family:courier new;">others as a fundamental part of the self's own <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">definition</span>, a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">fundamental</span> part of its very nature as a system always <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">engaged</span> in creative relationship..."</span><br /><br />(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Danah</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Zohar</span>, The Quantum Self)<br /></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-66496733219103546922008-09-26T16:14:00.002+09:302008-09-26T16:29:12.496+09:30bibliomancy for mercury retrograde in the domain of venus...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" >"..as she has observed, boys remain boys, boyishness usually resilient into old age. Yet these two and their heirs will not be able to stop themselves filling the world with images of her. From a safe distance, with sweet longing, they will daydream away. In their churches, they will lodge statues of her idealised form, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">backed</span> by stained-glass windows glistening with Madonna blue, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">alongside</span> altars in sentimental fidelity to the heart of the human world. Then <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">there</span> will often be some wall - in home of office or gallery - on which hangs a crudely painted or photographed image of a particular woman as instance of her and it will be her eyes, always her eyes, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">looking</span> out through the blurred and distant face. "</span><br /><br />(John Carroll, The Western Dreaming)</div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-83260966372798635022008-09-22T10:37:00.005+09:302008-09-22T18:34:39.514+09:30and the wheel turns again...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" ><br />A long anxious face is not the thing now.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >Forget your cares and enjoy what life offers you.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >A workman's capable hands </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >clear away the dust that hides a precious jade.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Kuan Yin Oracle, 16: A Happy Face</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">(Karcher)</span><br /><br /></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-61020636505151297142008-09-14T17:52:00.002+09:302008-09-15T10:11:46.717+09:30bibliomancy for a full moon with uranus...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/whalescompressed-742913.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/whalescompressed-742910.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">young whales ds 'o8</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">"At this point in the work the ego and the unconscious have both dramatically changed. The ego and the principle of consciousness it represents have gotten closer to the inner world of instinct and freedom....at the same time, the unconscious has moved closer to the world of consciousness by casting off its chaos and confusion and by allowing a certain level of harmony and order to affect it...its wildness and ferocity are now ordered by its relationship with the ego; the two are cooperating and entering into new depths of relationship..." </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">(Jeffrey Raff, Jung and the Alchemical Imagination, p 111)</span></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-60656929938917191842008-09-11T11:03:00.007+09:302008-09-11T21:01:03.402+09:30bibliomancy for mars and venus together in libra<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">"...Tristan is called to sacrifice. He thinks he is asked to sacrifice both <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">anima</span></span> and woman; but he is not. He is called only to sacrifice a way of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">approaching</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">anima</span></span> and a way of approaching woman. He is called to give up his precious <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">claim</span> to the right to live his soul by projection. He is called to give up his demand that woman bear his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">unconscious</span> for him. If he could make that sacrifice, and make it cleanly, he would discover that what he thinks he has lost will be returned to him: his soul will be returned to him..." </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(Robert A. Johnson, The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Psychology</span> of Romantic Love)</span></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-91698341534753171212008-09-04T14:53:00.004+09:302008-10-09T13:40:04.795+10:30bibliomancy for pluto and jupiter direct<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/albedo-journal-107-759371.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/albedo-journal-107-759347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />ds '08<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" ><br /><br /><br />"you must go into the dark in order to bring forth your light"</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >- Debbie Ford, the Dark Side of the Light Chasers</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />(apologies, I'm on a sort of 'hiatus' - or rather I'm seeing how far I can go into 'not doing' before the forward motion begins again)<br /></span></div></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-52905771593117071982008-08-30T12:36:00.005+09:302008-08-30T12:47:53.755+09:30memories...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/heron-now-739091.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/heron-now-739072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >'heron now' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ds</span> '08<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >"Perhaps this intimacy </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" >between</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" > calling and fate is why we avoid the </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" >daemon</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" > and the theory that upholds its importance. We mostly invent, and prefer, theories that tie us </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" >tightly</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" > to parental </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" >powers</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >, encumber us with </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" >sociological</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" >conditioning</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" > and genetic determinants; thereby we escape the fact that these deep </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" >influences</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" > on our </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" >fates</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" > don't hold a candle to the power of death...." (James Hillman, The Soul's Code)<br /><br />(*archetypal psychologists hold that memories are fictions, flights of fantasy...)<br /></span></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-38475228230668108042008-08-29T09:21:00.003+09:302008-08-29T10:32:08.149+09:30for venus and mercury square pluto...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/art-class-780457.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/art-class-780454.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">'art class' ds 'o6<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" >"my workshop participants, too, were in touch with their intution - but they assumed that intuition meant clear direction rather than intuitive guidance. They hoped one good intuitive 'hit' would give them the power to reorder their lives in complete harmony and happiness. But intuitive guidance does not mean following a voice to the Promised Land. It means having the <span style="font-style: italic;">self esteem</span> to recognise that the discomfort or confusion that person feels is actually directing him to take charge of his life and make choices that will break him out of stagnation or misery." <br /><br />(Carolyn Myss, Anatomy of the Spirit)<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-55986297861119656922008-08-26T11:09:00.005+09:302008-08-26T17:02:34.317+09:30dark moon..or ..Saturn in Virgo?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/other-half-of-eden-788029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/other-half-of-eden-788027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" >'other half of eden' ds'o8<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"The humanly impossible, rapid change out of dark motherhood into bright virginity is discernible against the cosmic background. The inner tension and opposition between <span style="font-style: italic;">motherhood</span> and a maidenhood that is dedicated to the father and signifies a prohibition against all other men is a human reality. If we have understood the peculiar birth of Pallas Athene through the epiphany of the new moon, we must not forget the bondedness of a real father's daughter to her progenitor, to the dominant spirit of the father." <br /><br />(Karl Kerenyi, Athene)<br /></div></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-22552381763708352472008-08-23T13:32:00.004+09:302008-08-23T13:46:18.563+09:30routine...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/routine-755618.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/routine-755614.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >'a little privacy, please' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ds</span> 'o8<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"They look at me in a w</span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ay</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> that says, "My, what an intriguing question, but don't come any closer."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When they offer responses, the first chorus invariably includes descriptions of power as the </span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ability</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> to maintain control over one's environment, or as a vehicle for </span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">getting</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> things done. The second chorus describes power as </span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">the internal</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">strength</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> to control oneself."<br /><br />(Carolyn Myss, Anatomy of the Spirit)<br /></span></div></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-67043274265253053332008-08-22T12:17:00.004+09:302008-10-09T13:39:29.067+10:30and for the sun in virgo<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/magdelene%27s-tree-782060.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/magdelene%27s-tree-782045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" >'half of eden' ds 'o8</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" ><br /><br />"While Mary the mother is swamped by the tragedy, this Magdelene stands up and turns towards the world. Her story is of the gaining of inviolable presence through traumatic initiation. She flings her right hand outwards. There may be anguish shading into horror in her face but she is rising through it. Her work will be in the world and for the world, where she will both command and nurture."<br /><br />(John Carroll, The Western Dreaming, p 61)<br /></span></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400026433251333460.post-38867263447844882962008-08-19T18:01:00.002+09:302008-08-21T10:32:08.386+09:30bibliomancy for mars in libra<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/waiting-for-moonrise-759785.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.danaesinclair.com.au/uploaded_images/waiting-for-moonrise-759782.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'waiting for moonrise' ds '08<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"This is a story about being at home on the earth. To abide requires an abode - where one fits. Vocation is right dwelling, a way of possessing the here and now as a place in which I abide. It has taken over in a modern West in which other homelands, the more traditional ones, have been left to run down, or abandoned - the tribe, community, town and suburb, church, and even family. Ever present, in the near vicinity of </span>I am<span style="font-style: italic;">, it is that trustworthy intimate who is also portable, like a favourite light coat. Snug in that homely coat, the </span>I am<span style="font-style: italic;"> may speak through the act of doing the work, speak the grace note. Vocation informs being."<br /><br />(John Carroll, The Western Dreaming)<br /></span></div>d sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205154196418180684noreply@blogger.com0