tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post224881704541011707..comments2024-03-01T06:20:29.087+00:00Comments on qualia and other wildlife: plus ça changerosellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00971482422276765335noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-19754032824787677902015-06-17T10:23:32.208+01:002015-06-17T10:23:32.208+01:00Miriam, it's very good to have you back in the...Miriam, it's very good to have you back in the blogosphere and its community! Your comments are always thoughtful and interesting; and strangely (or not, really) since writing that blog I've had a very strong desire to pick up 'Possession' again - what a tour de force that novel is.<br /><br />I'm very interested in the lost lands below the waters - there's a blog in the making on that. I was brought up on the North Devon coast (we arrived there from Cornwall when I was 5 or 6), and Saunton Sands had the same local legend.<br /><br />Does one have to move phsyically, I wonder? The imaginal life is so strong and just as real. However, I find it helps enormously to be immersed in a land with which one resonates deeply, personally.<br /><br />More to say in an email soon - as you will have gathered there are big things happening here and I'm behind with work, so love to both for the minute.<br /><br />Rxx<br />rosellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00971482422276765335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-59099118439338607162015-06-17T10:17:54.319+01:002015-06-17T10:17:54.319+01:00Lindsay, how lovely to know that you're readin...Lindsay, how lovely to know that you're reading this. Thank you for your care. Rxxrosellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00971482422276765335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-27026394773671614792015-06-17T09:47:09.794+01:002015-06-17T09:47:09.794+01:00The soul does indeed have its purposes, Roselle, a...The soul does indeed have its purposes, Roselle, and it's so good that you are staying true to all this. Love and blessings.xxLindsaynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-74745016964987207612015-06-17T09:04:17.523+01:002015-06-17T09:04:17.523+01:00A fascinating story of healing and mysticism, Rose...A fascinating story of healing and mysticism, Roselle. I remember the allusions to your experiences in both your novels. Ever since reading AS Byatt's Possession I've wanted to visit that Breton forest. I think you once said it was your forest.<br />The myth of The Isle Ys rang bells, literally. It made me think of Debussy's piano Prelude, La Cathedral Engloutie, so I checked Wikipedia and sure enough it was based on said Myth:<br /><br />'This piece is based on an ancient Breton myth in which a cathedral, submerged underwater off the coast of the Island of Ys, rises up from the sea on clear mornings when the water is transparent. Sounds can be heard of priests chanting, bells chiming, and the organ playing, from across the sea. . . . Debussy uses certain harmonies to allude to the plot of the legend, in the style of musical symbolism.'<br /><br />You can listen to it on YouTube but you're likely know it already.<br /><br />I can strongly relate to the way life loops back and forth and around. Something to do with my longing for northern landscapes which always feel like home even though I know very few people there now. I'm sure it's influenced by archetypal childhood dreams of travelling through forest to mountains, ice and water which in turn was influenced by my grandparents' exodus from Baltic Lithuania to Yorkshire. I always wanted to end up in the north again but moving there seems suddenly unrealistic. All that energy needed to forge an entry, a sense of belonging to a new community of people? I do believe that even the most reclusive, self-sufficient person needs that. And so we dither and put off deciding.<br />Talking of communities, though, it's great to be back on the blog!<br />Thank you as ever, Roselle.<br />M x<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-2403986951732673672015-06-16T16:32:09.718+01:002015-06-16T16:32:09.718+01:00Veronica, lovely to hear. Thank you. I love the so...Veronica, lovely to hear. Thank you. I love the sound of the endereiters - healers are shamans, basically, I believe. I forgot to mention that le monsieur in the Pyrenees didn't charge. It is indeed a gift.rosellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00971482422276765335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-44262088859103909272015-06-16T16:22:06.567+01:002015-06-16T16:22:06.567+01:00Looping the loop. I find that in my life there are...Looping the loop. I find that in my life there are loops, too. And the more open to intuition I can be, the better the experience. I love the sound of that forest in Brittany. The healer in the Pyrenees also sounds familiar. Here, they have 'endereiters' (make-righters, or bone men) who do magic and ask for no payment. It is a gift.veronicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09014627398376882098noreply@blogger.com