the final push
off the bottom
and leaves a trail
blurs into the beginning
with a gasp
dievca’s final push through an insane week concludes at 4 pm EDT
What’s in the sack? What’s in the sack?
Is it some mushrooms or is it the moon?
Is it love letters or downy goosefeathers?
Or maybe the world’s most enormous balloon?
What’s in the sack? That’s all they ask me.
Could it be popcorn or marbles or books?
Is it two years’ worth of your dirty laundry,
Or the biggest ol’ meatball that’s ever been cooked?
Does anyone ask me, “Hey, when is your birthday?”
“Can you play Monopoly?” “Do you like beans?”
“What is the capital of Yugoslavia?”
Or “Who embroidered that rose on your jeans?”
No, what’s in the sack? That’s all they care about.
Is it a rock or a rolled-up giraffe?
Is it pickles or nickels or busted bicycles?
And if we guess it, will you give us half?
Do they ask where I’ve been, or how long I’ll be stayin’,
Where I’ll be goin’, or when I’ll be back,
Or “How do?” or “What’s new?” or “Hey, why are you blue?”
No, all they keep asking is, “What’s in the sack?”
“What’s in the sack?” I’m blowin’ my stack
At the next one who asks me, “What’s in the sack?”
Oh no. Not you, too!
What’s in the sack?
dievca’s wallet, phone, schedule book, lip balm, Master’s Cuffs and Straps – would you like to see?
dievca’s happy there aren’t bag checks
for the NYC subway system. 🙂
There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.
William Cullen Bryant
Redolence is the way something smells.
dievca always pauses on her way to work to enjoy the redolence of the flowering crabapple trees. The trees are in blossom earlier this year than last.
The word redolence almost always refers to the very best odors and scents.
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman’s lime.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.
The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower
dievca is feeling reborn in her submission. The Spring Equinox and ‘Worm’ Supermoon have jump started her closet clear out and renewal of presentation outfits for Master.
she is feeling the call to serve her Dominant.
Come slowly – Eden!
Come slowly – Eden!
Lips unused to Thee –
Bashful – sip thy Jessamines –
As the fainting Bee –
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums –
Counts his nectars –
Enters – and is lost in Balms.
Emily Dickinson, "Come slowly - Eden!" from (02138: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, ) Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson Edited by R. W. Franklin (Harvard University Press, 1999)
The equinox will arrive at 5:58 p.m. ET on today, less than four hours before the full supermoon. In the Northern Hemisphere, the equinox is the official start of spring, but in the Southern Hemisphere, it marks the beginning of autumn.
March’s full moon is sometimes called the “worm moon,” because according to folklore tradition, it occurs at a time when the frosty ground is melting and earthworms start to emerge.
The moon reached its closest point to Earth on Tuesday at 3:47 p.m. ET, but the moon won’t be full until Wednesday at 9:43 p.m. ET. The moon is usually about 240,000 miles away from Earth, but at perigee this month, it will come within about 223,300 miles of our planet, according to NASA
But what is an equinox? It’s the year’s first “equal night,” meaning that on Wednesday, we Earth-dwellers will see about 12 hours of daylight and 12 hours of night.
On the equinox, the Earth will also begin to tilt so that the North Pole gets more sun, making it spring here in the Northern Hemisphere and fall in the southern. It officially “marks the turning point when daylight begins to win out over darkness,” according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac.
BLAND as the morning breath of June
The southwest breezes play;
And, through its haze, the winter noon
Seems warm as summer’s day.
The snow-plumed Angel of the North
Has dropped his icy spear;
Again the mossy earth looks forth,
Again the streams gush clear.
The fox his hillside cell forsakes,
The muskrat leaves his nook,
The bluebird in the meadow brakes
Is singing with the brook.
“Bear up, O Mother Nature!” cry
Bird, breeze, and streamlet free;
“Our winter voices prophesy
Of summer days to thee!”
So, in those winters of the soul,
By bitter blasts and drear
O’erswept from Memory’s frozen pole,
Will sunny days appear.
Reviving Hope and Faith, they show
The soul its living powers,
And how beneath the winter’s snow
Lie germs of summer flowers!
The Night is mother of the Day,
The Winter of the Spring,
And ever upon old Decay
The greenest mosses cling.
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,
Through showers the sunbeams fall;
For God, who loveth all His works,
Has left His hope with all!
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892)
Molded and Bound
challenging my natural form.
Does anyone have burnout from the Holidays? Can dievca distract you with a Hot Chili Pepper or two?
Definition – What does Chemical Play mean?
Chemical play refers to the use of chemical substances, often in liquid form, during sex. These chemicals are means of increasing excitement through different tactile sensations. They are applied sensually through caresses and sometimes, even using sexual body parts such as the penis or nipples. Substances used include chili peppers, tabasco, lemon, cinnamon, ginger, Bengay, Tiger Balm, and Vicks Vapor Rub. These are applied anywhere on the body, including favorites such as the genitals, anus, inner thighs, and tongue.
Chemical play can be very exciting. It adds another level of sensation during sex which can increase the intensity of orgasms. Remember that introducing foreign substances to ones body has innate risks. At the very least, applying these chemicals can cause temporary burns. Safety FIRST! When one intends to play with chemicals, test the substances and have items that can counter their effects nearby, such as water, milk, and anti-inflammatory medicine.
A comprehensive primer on CHEMICAL PLAY – please read before playing!
Coin purse, earrings and dress from Kate Spade.
plus a haiku from a Cape Cod hot sauce maker Rooster Fricke called “The Chili”:
Ooooh! It’s way too hot.
I will not do that again.
Until the next time.
Photos: Top two – Bryant Park Christmas Village Starlight shop, Middle – January 1987 Poem, Bottom two – the star dievca bought.
Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart.
Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language.
Do not now look for the answers.
They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them.
It is a question of experiencing everything.
At present you need to live the question.
Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer.
~This little worm is digging in and sleeping the morning away~
You? Have a good day.
The composite elements of dievca’s bed:
Ethan Allen, Ralph Lauren, The Company Store. Hotel Collection
elegant glowing nether
flexible sinuous exotic presentation
THERE ‘s a thing that grows by the fainting flower,
And springs in the shade of the lady’s bower;
The lily shrinks, and the rose turns pale,
When they feel its breath in the summer gale,
And the tulip curls its leaves in pride,
And the blue-eyed violet starts aside;
But the lily may flaunt, and the tulip stare,
For what does the honest toadstool care?
She does not glow in a painted vest,
And she never blooms on the maiden’s breast;
But she comes, as the saintly sisters do,
In a modest suit of a Quaker hue.
And, when the stars in the evening skies
Are weeping dew from their gentle eyes,
The toad comes out from his hermit cell,
The tale of his faithful love to tell.
Oh, there is light in her lover’s glance,
That flies to her heart like a silver lance;
His breeches are made of spotted skin,
His jacket ‘is tight, and his pumps are thin;
In a cloudless night you may hear his song,
As its pensive melody floats along,
And, if you will look by the moonlight fair,
The trembling form of the toad is there.
And he twines his arms round her slender stem,
In the shade of her velvet diadem;
But she turns away in her maiden shame,
And will not breathe on the kindling flame;
He sings at her feet through the live-long night,
And creeps to his cave at the break of light;
And whenever he comes to the air above,
His throat is swelling with baffled love.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
The last day of summer is also the same as the first day of fall: Saturday, September 22, 2018
Also known as the Autumnal Equinox and the fall equinox, the Autumn equinox occurs when the sun crosses the equator. According to The Farmer’s Almanac, both the Southern and Northern hemispheres receive the same amount of sunshine at this time, and day and night are of nearly equal length. The Northern Hemisphere will start seeing shorter days and longer nights, where the Southern Hemisphere will see a reversal in seasons due to the Earth’s tilt.
On the Autumn Equinox, the sun astrologically enters into the zodiac sign Libra. Her balanced scales mark the equal length of day and night on the first day of fall, as well as signify a need to balance the body, mind, and spirit with self-care.
The Harvest Moon will be on Monday, September 24. 10:53 pm Eastern Time (shake your wallet)
And coming back to those Toadstools that dievca photographed:
You know its been really wet in NYC when dievca rides past those very large Mushrooms or ‘Toadstools’. she thinks they are the poisonous Green-spoored Parasol…its a definite ‘no go’ to eat them no matter how much they look like a Portobello mushroom cap.
A quote from a mushroom web page composed by Tom Volk of the University of Wisconsin-La Crosse describes the potential of this mushroom. “According to Dennis Benjamin (Mushrooms: poisonings and panaceas, 1995, W.H. Freeman and Company, 422 pp.) ‘In some individuals the gastrointestinal syndrome, which occurs about 1 – 3 hours after the meal, can be very severe, especially the colicky abdominal pain, which can mimic that of a ‘surgical’ abdomen. Symptoms persist for up to six hours, and even longer in a few patients. Nausea, vomiting and diarrhea complete the picture. The diarrhea can be explosive in nature and become bloody.’
Umm, yeah, a pass.
Welcome to LIBRA – dievca’s birth sign. XO
Diving deep for release
Cares and worries sluicing off my back
Finding peace in honesty
Joy in the ability to be
(a quick trip to the West Coast – necessary mental health time)
There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.
William C. Bryant
Take a look around you.
Find beauty and renewal in the air, land and sea.
These are the gifts Gaia gave to us.
Let’s not ruin them.
Enjoy Earth Day!
Photo: from a European Friend 04/2018
Dominance and submission
the mind spirals away
The Merchant of Venice, 1596:
How all the other passions fleet to air,
As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embraced despair,
And shuddering fear, and green-eyed jealousy! O love,
Be moderate; allay thy ecstasy,
In measure rein thy joy; scant this excess.
I feel too much thy blessing: make it less,
For fear I surfeit.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o’er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
dievca is tired and jealous. Jealousy is not as glamorous as Shakespeare’s writing~
The guilt arrives as she feels she has no right to be jealous.
Wait! It’s not jealousy…it’s envy. Green with envy~
dievca should be happy about other people’s good fortune, right?
The people around her travel to Miami, Maine, Cape Cod, California, Copenhagen, Belize, Argentina, Philadelphia, Switzerland, Vietnam, Montreal, Colorado, Scotland, Iceland, Cuba for pleasure trips…
dievca’s last three trips were for family and taking care of their needs or working 13 hour days for two weeks. The next trip will be back to her Parents, again. It’s not relaxing. And dievca gets this: “It’s so much easier when you are around, when are you coming back?” or “I’m only going to be around so long.” or “Can you eBay the two exercise machines for me? I know that X,Y,Z is nowhere near NY, but you eBay and I don’t” — how should dievca feel?
Note: dievca tries to make sure she does something she likes during those trips, plus she tries to remember that the trips are for people she loves….but a weekend getaway, a college football game, a stop at the beach purely for herself wouldn’t go amiss.
dievca just cannot bring herself to do it…and that is her fault.
Just let her whinge, ok? The clothes coming up are worth it.
Remember those people who were traveling for fun? dievca gets a bit resentful when those same people come home and complain about how they are behind on work or their bodies aren’t working well because they missed yoga…really, dievca’s heart is bleeding for you – having five days off was tough.
They could have brought her a bottle of wine or a little gift, right?
she (dievca) is a shitty person, huh?
she is really tired and cranky…
Look how sexy the pin-up is in green –
If dievca can’t travel, maybe a little green Retail Therapy would help easy her jealousy~
50 F (10 C)
~the question is what to do with the new-found knowledge, does it help or hinder~
there is only enough time for our tongues to dance
you walk out the door with my taste on your lips
and the memories of which promise more to come
dream of me
dream of me
Don’t Look for what Fits
I am Beauty in Motion
You must Catch Me
In a Moment
Photo: Taras Polataiko, Eadweard Muybridge - Human Locomotion
Via Barbara Edwards Contemporary
For conceptual artist Taras Polataiko, the idea is primary and the medium is the mode of its conveyance. Consequently, his work takes on many forms from painting, photography, video and performance, to cultural and political interventions in response to historical events. Through his manifold manipulations, Polataiko has achieved a conceptually rigorous and thematically cohesive practice concerned with notions of rupture and repair.
Polataiko studied painting, art history, and philosophy at the Moscow State Stroganov University of Fine and Industrial Arts, moving to Canada in 1989 to pursue a Master of Fine Arts degree. Polataiko’s own experience of displacement, as a Ukrainian Canadian is central to recurrent themes of cultural conflict and translation in his work. For his celebrated piece Cradle (1996), Polataiko traveled to the Chernobyl alienation zone, exposed himself to radioactivity, and did a full blood transfusion upon his return to Canada. This blood became a core element of an installation, which dealt with the issue of contamination as the imperceptible element. Here exposure is a means of addressing the past, thereby resolving the future through dialogue and awareness.
You can take the moon by the spoonful
or in capsules every two hours.
It’s useful as a hypnotic and sedative
and besides it relieves
those who have had too much philosophy.
A piece of moon in your purse
works better than a rabbit’s foot.
Helps you find a lover
or get rich without anyone knowing,
and it staves off doctors and clinics.
You can give it to children like candy
when they’ve not gone to sleep,
and a few drops of moon in the eyes of the old
helps them to die in peace.
Put a new leaf of moon
under your pillow
and you’ll see what you want to.
Always carry a little bottle of air of the moon
to keep you from drowning.
Give the key to the moon
to prisoners and the disappointed.
For those who are sentenced to death
and for those who are sentenced to life
there is no better tonic than the moon
in precise and regular doses.
La luna se puede tomar a cucharadas
o como una cápsula cada dos horas.
Es buena como hipnótico y sedante
y también alivia
a los que se han intoxicado de filosofía
Un pedazo de luna en el bolsillo
es el mejor amuleto que la pata de conejo:
sirve para encontrar a quien se ama,
y para alejar a los médicos y las clínicas.
Se puede dar de postre a los niños
cuando no se han dormido,
y unas gotas de luna en los ojos de los ancianos
ayudan a bien morir
Pon una hoja tierna de la luna
debajo de tu almohada
y mirarás lo que quieras ver.
Lleva siempre un frasquito del aire de la luna
para cuando te ahogues,
y dale la llave de la luna
a los presos y a los desencantados.
Para los condenados a muerte
y para los condenados a vida
no hay mejor estimulante que la luna
en dosis precisas y controladas
The Moon…from Jaime Sabines
(translated by W.S. Merwin)
“Monday’s child is fair of face…”
by Mother Goose
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace;
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go;
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for its living;
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
Seriously, if you were born on a Wednesday — this is not the verse to listen to~
dievca was born on a:
Early evening. Something about her Dad watching a College Football game at the neighbors and being annoyed that it was time…
Alberta Ferretti – Rainbow Week Sweaters and Hats click HERE
and sweaters all in black with colored writing click HERE
Caught in Your Net
Captured by the Sea
Sun and Sand surround Me
Kissed by the Salt
Caressed by the Breeze
Sultry, Languid, Elegant ease
Will You, Master?
The point when you come home and my nose nestles into your neck. The smell of you tickles my senses and brings me immense Joy. My eyes close, my shoulders relax and you inhale/exhale deeply into my hair. The tension rolls off. Peace.
The flesh may not be perfect, but the nooks, crannies, and scars read like poetry. The epic piece is called You. And the pleasure derived from the re-reading of the work cannot be measured. It is a treasure of Life, of Us.
The quote from Walt Whitman applies in its short form.
In the long form, one us falls short and it’s not you.
But, the sentiments do offer an altruistic way to live life.
This is what you shall do
“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”
“This is what you shall do…” by Walt Whitman,
from the preface of Leaves of Grass.
you are tired
read between the lines
Photo: Alamy, tired-traveller-Beijing-International-Airport-China
It was a Maine lobster town— each morning boatloads of hands pushed off for granite quarries on the islands, and left dozens of bleak white frame houses stuck like oyster shells on a hill of rock, and below us, the sea lapped the raw little match-stick mazes of a weir, where the fish for bait were trapped. Remember? We sat on a slab of rock. From this distance in time it seems the color of iris, rotting and turning purpler, but it was only the usual gray rock turning the usual green when drenched by the sea. The sea drenched the rock at our feet all day, and kept tearing away flake after flake. One night you dreamed you were a mermaid clinging to a wharf-pile, and trying to pull off the barnacles with your hands. We wished our two souls might return like gulls to the rock. In the end, the water was too cold for us.
Are you sure you paid attention,
To her wants and needs?
Or did you get distracted by the lives of others,
Because there wasn’t any drama.
When did you finally notice,
That she slipped away?
Oh, just now?
I see, you can’t find her.
the change in state
of the same fate
does not abate
your perfect mate
I would generally say that men are more emotionally dependent when compared to women. Most women have been taught to nurture others on an emotional level, and therefore have the ability to take care of themselves. They generally have other women to support them through hard emotional times or just on a day-to-day level. Men, on the other hand, usually have no one there for them emotionally other than the woman with whom they are involved. They have male friends, but do men talk about emotional subjects with each other? Not really—it’s more about business and sports. When the woman they are in a relationship with leaves them, they find themselves alone and in a lot of emotional pain.
Emotionally dependent males hate conflict within a committed intimate relationship. Because of their dislike of conflict, they try to prevent conflict from occurring. They attempt to control conflict in two ways behaviorally, either by taking the aggressive approach to their relationship or by acting passive. Both of these behavior styles may be effective in avoiding conflict in the moment by maintaining a false sense of harmony, but they avoid the expression of their emotional truth. Without the truth, no real emotional intimacy can occur within their relationship. Remember that the lack of intimacy is not really a concern for the emotionally dependent male—their primary concern is emotional abandonment. Men who act aggressively or passively use these two forms of behavioral control as an attempt to prevent abandonment. In the long run, often when one partner tries to control the other, what they are afraid of eventually happens, and their partner abandons them.
As you can tell – dievca is on a path to changing her life. she’s looking to change careers and you are seeing pieces of her learning and self-growth. Bear with her, Master is…
by Shel Silverstein
Said the pelican to the elephant,
“I think we should marry, I do.
’Cause there’s no name that rhymes with me,
And no one else rhymes with you.”
Said the elephant to the pelican,
“There’s sense to what you’ve said,
For rhyming’s as good a reason as any
For any two to wed.”
And so the elephant wed the pelican,
And they dined upon lemons and limes,
And now they have a baby pelicant,
And everybody rhymes.