Thirsty Dream Cat

The abode churns chaos.
Yet creature comforts abound amid the clutter.
Doors swinging open reveal crumb-laden hallways
Darkening into both wide and small spaces.
What then?
A cat grey as fog skitters in,
Defiant muzzle raised in my direction.
Has it always been there?
Neglected, forgotten somehow?
It quietly circles my human form,
Soft, padding steps tapping out a plea,
Unmistakable frustration told through its eyes.
I know what that look means;
The crumbs have been eaten,
It is scarcely enough.
Yes! Thirst! Of course!
My visitor is wild for water, distractedly so.
I feel it, too.
The bowl is empty, stagnant, a mirage of relief.
Hesitation, a stare, and then-
Water sensed through smell, noses twitching,
Feline and female alike.
Yes, so very alike we are.
A washbasin ready for soaking away toil and sweat beckons.
Eyes connect, pulses quicken, a choice is made;
Silvery lithe blur leaps with wings imagined,
Its tongue ready to lap up its craving.
Puddle, pool, lake, endless ocean…
Airborne, limbs outstretched like a plane in flight,
Dive! Splash! Drink!
I lick the spray across my lips,
My own thirst quenched.

“Rapturous Life Defiant”

Below is a tribute poem to Grania Uaile (Grace O’Malley)…Queen of Clew Bay, Irish chieftain, pirate, trader and seafarer. I have been told by my mother that she is an ancestor of ours.  Historians have varying perceptions as to her virtues and vices, but no one can deny that she was a fierce and strong woman who fought for the people she loved. Definitely a woman ahead of her time.

Oh, no; ’twas not for sordid spoil
Of barque or seaboard borough
She ploughed, with unfatiguing toil,
The fluent, rolling furrow;
Delighting on the broad back’d deep,
To feel the quivering galley
Strain up the opposing hill, and sweep
Down the withdrawing valley.

Or, sped before a driving blast,
By following seas up-lifted,
Catch, from the huge heaps heaving past
And from the spray they drifted,
And from the winds that tossed the crest,
Of each wide-shouldering giant,
The smack of freedom and the zest
Of rapturous life defiant.

Sweet when crimson sunsets glow’d
As earth and sky grew grander,
Adown the grass’d unechoing road,
Atlanticward to wander,
Some kinsman’s humbler heart to seek
Some sick bedside, it may be,
Or, onward reach, with footsteps meek,
The low, grey, lonely abbey.

~Sir S. Furguson

Some interesting folklore:  Even though she had long, dark hair, Grace is often called ‘Grace the Bald’. It is said that when Grace was a young girl, she asked her father if she could sail with him. He refused to take her, because she was a girl.  However, Grace was determined to go with him, so she cut off all her hair and dressed in boys’ clothes.  She went back to her father and said, ‘Now will you take me?’

And so the adventures began…

One memorable story shows how Grace dealt with her enemies. Grace and Sir Richard Bingham were deadly enemies. He had been sent to the west of Ireland by the Queen of England to control the Irish. He made life very difficult for Grace, taking her lands and cattle. Once, Bingham locked her away in jail. Grace became so angry that, in 1593, she wrote to Queen Elizabeth I to complain about Bingham and his nasty ways. Elizabeth agreed to see Grace. It is also saidi that during that meeting with Queen Elizabeth, Grace sneezed in the presence of the Queen and her lords and ladies. A member of the court, in an act of politeness, handed Grace an attractive and expensive lace handkerchief. She took the delicate cloth and proceded to blow her nose loudly then tossed the kerchief into a blazing fireplace. The members of the court were aghast that she would be so rude to toss an expensive gift so easily into the fire. The Queen then scolded her and said that the handkerchief was meant as a gift and should have been put into her pocket. Grace replied that the Irish would never put a soiled garment into their pocket and apparantly had a higher standard of cleanliness. After a period of uncomfortable silence, (during which the members of the court expected the Queen to have Grace executed for her rude behavior) nervous then roaring laughter followed. The Queen was amused.

She was also a mother who protected her own.  Grace’s son Tibbott (Toby) was born aboard her ship. She defended her new-born son from an attack from Barbary Pirates.

Grace was definitely used to living life on the edge and taking risks. Another interesting tidbit:  Grace loved to play cards – one of her nicknames was ‘Grace of the Gamblers’.

In another story, Grace arrived at Howth Castle and requested hospitality. When she was refused because the “family was at supper” she kidnapped the young heir and held him until Baron Howth promised that the gates of his castle would never again be closed to unexpected visitors and to have an extra place set at every meal.

http://www.libraryireland.com/HealyEssays/Grania1.php

http://www.ancient-origins.net/history-famous-people/grace-o-malley-16th-century-pirate-queen-ireland-001773

Take a Journey Without a Map, Flâneur Style

Have you ever wandered aimlessly while on vacation somewhere? How about in your own city? Personally, I love the idea of being an adventurer right where I live, exploring hidden crevices, squeezing out sweetness from every corner of life. We all have an accessible playground calling to us in our own backyards. Flâneurs understand this.

American writer Edmund White describes the flâneur as “a stroller, a loiterer, someone who ambles through a city without apparent purpose but is secretly attuned to the history of the place and in covert search of adventure, aesthetic or erotic.”

But why keep our inquisitive natures a secret? Curiosity about our very own dwelling spaces ought to be openly cultivated and celebrated! We can all be urban explorers, our home cities seen newly as fragrant forests beckoning our curiosities and observations both intellectual and primal. Imagine yourself the captain of your very own local safari, no itinerary required!

Human brains are stimulated when we take alternate routes to and from familiar destinations. Our creativity gets a jump-start when we mix things up sensorily and experientially. Fortunately, it doesn’t require abundant resources (time, money, etc.) to do so when we keep it close to home.

French poet Charles Baudelaire developed a derived meaning of flâneur — that of “a person who walks the city in order to experience it”. Because of the term’s usage and theorization by Baudelaire and numerous thinkers in economic, cultural, literary and historical fields, the idea of the flâneur has accumulated significant meaning as a referent for understanding urban phenomena and modernity.

[Baudelaire] settled on a word to capture the attitude he felt one should adopt when walking along the streets. One should become, he suggested, a flâneur…The defining characteristic of those flâneurs is that they don’t have any practical goals in mind. They aren’ t walking to get something, or to go somewhere, they aren’t even shopping…Flâneurs are standing in deliberate opposition to capitalist society, with its two great imperatives: to be in a hurry and to buy things…What the flâneurs are doing is looking. — Alain de Botton, Swiss writer and philosopher

For me personally, intentionally putting on my flâneur hat now and then makes me feel alive. It rejuvenates my community connections while soothing my restless nature with enticing novelty and nuance awaiting my delighted discovery in both expected and unexpected places. This mindful — certainly not mindless! — journeying also reminds me of the powerful force of gratitude.

I love where I live and challenge you to see your own community with new eyes. Feed yourself a fresh and colorful sensory diet that’s healthy for both body and spirit. New images and experiences are there just waiting to be discovered! Make a commitment to take a new path now and then and see where it takes you.

For your listening enjoyment: https://soundcloud.com/david-coonan/flaneur: Flâneur was composed in February 2011, and is scored for flute (doubling piccolo), b-flat clarinet, vibraphone, harp, and piano. The first performance was given by the Manson Ensemble with condcutor Benedikt Hayoz, at the David Josefowitz Hall, London, in March 2011. The performers were Lu Du (flute), Jamie Elston (clarinet), Philip Welder (vibraphone), Jimin Lee (harp), and Philip Howard (piano).

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My new Artful Living column in Scene Newspaper debuts March 2015. It’s all about feeding senses and spirits through the exploration of art, music, fashion, lifestyle, culture and creative happenings. I invite readers to journey along with me on an eclectic melange of artistic adventures, searching out muses and amusements, meandering as we go.http://www.scenenewspaper.com/ #JeanOnTheScene #SeenByJean

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Delicious Ambiguity: Questions and Curiosity Make Life Tasty

How often do you take advantage of ambiguity in the world? When is the last time you looked at something and thought to yourself, “What else might this be?”

As American actor, screenwriter, film director and producer Edward Norton once said, “All people are paradoxical. No one is easily reducible, so I like characters who have contradictory impulses or shades of ambiguity.” In the academic disciplines which study the human condition (history, philosophy, literature, etc.), ambiguity has often been valued as the basis of depth, subtlety and richness in art. Yet we often fail to embrace these qualities central to the Humanities in practical life applications.

We all have our hidden “mysteries,” do we not? And all of us will deal with unfair labeling throughout our lives by people looking for absolutes. Who cannot forget Nathaniel Hawthorne’s book The Scarlet Letter, a complex portrayal of social and moral issues highlighting the dangers of eliminating ambiguities to get the meanings “right” (if that’s even possible to do with any real accuracy)? The allegorical tale shows that even so simple a label as the first letter of the alphabet is full of burgeoning meanings dependent upon changing contexts and nuance.

“There are precious few at ease with moral ambiguities, so we act as though they don’t exist!” claimed The Wizard in Wicked. Yet even in the “land of the free” we still struggle to tear off suffocating labels which others put on us to fit their own needs to find comfort in (unrealistic) absolutes.

Ultimately, looking at how people respond to ambiguity says a lot about both human creativity and adaptability. Faced with life’s complexities it is natural that we desire to seek a sense of order and meaning. Yet multiple interpretations and the difficulty of achieving consensus remain a challenge. Perhaps there is a certain refuge in embracing uncertainties as a mysterious and wonderful part of existence itself. Not having all the answers about the world and each other certainly makes life interesting.

Is your mind mature enough to endure uncertainty? If so, how do you successfully navigate through it? Please share your thoughts on the subject, no matter how uncertain they may be.

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.”

―Gilda Radner

Featured art: ‘Uncertainty Principle’ by Regina Valluzzi, René Magritte, The Uncertainty Principle (Le Principe d’Incertitude), Etching: contemporary Russian artist, name unknown