My bookclub just took a rare foray into fantasy fiction with our first ever Neil Gaiman book, The Ocean At The End Of The Lane. It is an enthralling tale about a forty-seven-year-old man who returns briefly to his rural hometown of Sussex, England and remembers when, as a seven-year-old boy, he met a magical eleven-year-old girl named Lettie Hempstock.
The numinous Hempstock women- perhaps the true stars of the story- inspired our luminous host, Farah, to hold a full moon ceremony. What is more divinely feminine than the moon, after all? Serendipitously, it is the week of the full moon- a supermoon at that. It is said to be a magnified time for revelation.
After the sage was burned, the candle lit, the poem recited, the blessings invoked and each of our questions offered up for illumination, we sat down to a hearty meal at the table lusciously laid out by Farah herself.
We lasted way past midnight, remembering the profound vulnerabilities and particular pleasures of childhood and contemplating the forces of darkness and light, seen and unseen, that exist inside and outside all of us.
I just took a rare plunge into fantasy fiction with my first ever Neil Gaiman book- THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE. It was lovely- I get his tremendous appeal.
The novel is about a forty-seven-year-old man who returns briefly to his rural hometown of Sussex, England and remembers when, as a seven-year-old boy, he met a magical eleven-year-old girl named Lettie Hempstock. A tale about childhood, memory and magic- it is the perfect read for a rainy day.
Hong Kong, China
Stocking up on capsules at the Nespresso store in IFC Mall…
OUT TO SEA
of magnetic connection
masks abandoned, armors dropped
souls reunited again WRITING CHALLENGE: FULL TANKA
I started August struggling to keep my spirits up in the midst of relentless rains and ended it with a weekend at the beach with friends, buoyed by the revivifying powers of the ocean and the soulful company of women. I love this photo taken of me by my friend, Farah.
September already- can you believe it? The year thus far has been, in a word- surprising. With creative passions resurfacing, relationships collapsing like a house of cards or crystallizing into something more real, compelling trips beckoning from out of nowhere. And me responding with a clarity, a congruence and a confidence that seem to get stronger the more I honor what is true for me. The more intuition-powered I become, the more undaunted I find myself by the unknown. I seem to be less keen on knowing what lies ahead than in cultivating the quality of my presence. Perhaps, I’m on to something here. Because I feel the world rising up to meet me in a way I’m liking.
Because it keeps playing in my head as I write this, I am sharing a song written and sung by Sondre Lerche for a film I could watch over and over again- Dan In Real Life. It is called To Be Surprised- hope you enjoy it!
May September bring you delightful surprises…