vendredi 7 septembre 2007

Solanum dulcamara

Solanum dulcamara

Honey blessings and sour places
When I cannot reach you
Embrace of souls so tight so mild
and the cutting ivy around my bleeding hands
They can plunge into your heart my friend
but they come back to my lips with cruel emptiness
I would like to catch a blue butterfly kiss or two
but they all fade into the full moon
my soul collapses in this warm yearning
Pure energy of undecipherable true attachement
it's immense my heart
it's like the ocean and more
In the morning the island is deserted
The silence swallow me whole
If only just for a moment there could be a light
we could meet in a hood of reveries
we could hold hands like sisters like brothers
my dearest one my core is bleeding tears of joy for us
honeyed gratitude and Solanum dulcamara flowers to your feet
May your paths be blessed always & for aeon.


La vie est belle mes ami(es)!
but there are days we really taste the sweet and sore pleasures of life's blessings.
It is magical and I'll never ever be gratefulness enough I fear sometimes.

But if you had read the beginning of this blog or my older livejournal you would know how I have endured dereliction.
How I have yearned for soulmates,kindred spirits, true faery elvish friends, people who can understand and tiptoe in my world with no flowers unscathed.
souls who would respect it all about my spiritual garden. who would not mind the weeds.
Yesterday I felt oh so blessed that it ached and I wanted to cry a lot.

There are days like these I don't need anything.really.nothing at all.
sometimes I feel I could fight my way to Mordor and back with all the love I have in my heart.
as tiny cheap and naive as it sounds, I know it IS the real strength.

to be able to love, to give, to pour one soul, to be completely honest, to be daring, to take risks, to nevermind the possibilities of hurt of rejections of losing...
I came towards Dear Misty's tangering sentiments
and I felt how it echoed mine.
She and I are often in synchronicity, experiencing the beauty of this life and being so emotional, living this existence so fully, with so much passion.

I think souls who love with passion ache with the same intensity.
So sometimes a lot of persons beg for love, beg for attention and want to find their spiritual twins out there in the world, the kin minds with whom it's easy to speak even with silence and sighs.
My only tiny advice would be just love, pour your heart out there.

It is definetly true, (however how bad I'll hurt tomorrow if it's meant to)it's in the pouring, it's in the giving.
Just pour your soul to this life and make things happen.
Make what your heart is craving for happen.

Nevermind the gossips, nevermind what people could be suspicious about, or don't understand.
People who know and feel True Friendship know how miraculous it is.

It's like sometimes we feel really alone on this planet, if you are an artist a sensitive soul, you do feel this aloneness at times, the absence, the lacunae, but there are echoes, glimpse of magic into your life.
This is treasure.
Maybe I don't live and feel like people do , busy with their life and not taking TIME to stop give and love and build tight silver & gold sparkling bonds.

OH I do know the time friendship/love demands, I do know we all have a life to lead and we can't spread ourselves so thin to the world.
But yes in my own way I often still want to try.

sometimes I do believe in genderlessness and agelessness because this is real too.
I have had lots of distance with male.
I also was kind of verging sexism sometimes because in my life the Masculine have been really disapointing to me!
I had also prejudices about men in general which is quite funny!
Sometimes this life is so weird!
but we do open up our eyes and tolerance and acceptance with time and encounter.

I am different again yet always the same.

Remember, the greatest gift is not found in a store nor under a tree, but in the hearts of true friends. -- Cindy Lew

"Who finds a faithful friend, finds a treasure."
-- Jewish saying

What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies. -- Aristotle

"The only way to have a friend is to be one."
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

"A faithful friend is the medicine of life."

-- Apocrypha

Friendship doubles our joy and divides our grief.-- Swedish proverb

Plant a seed of friendship; reap a bouquet of happiness. -- Lois L. Kaufman

Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same.-- Anonymous

"The rain may be falling hard outside,
But your smile makes it all alright.
I'm so glad that you're my friend.
I know our friendship will never end."
-- Robert Alan

Yes friends, we do sometimes forget how rare how precious Friendship is.
It is another kind of Love
another kind of Bliss.

So I made new and am making new friends lately.
Some I know and feel it'll be for a lifetime, some it's just way too recent to mention.
But I strangely met a girl who lives nearby, can you believe this?
It is oh so weird to me.

well life is pretty loving to me lately and I want to give the centerfold of what it gives me to, I have to, I want to make others and my beloved ones happy.

Serial Lover

so this is her :)
I would probably name her Adah( it means Joy in Hebrew), I thought the title was funny ^__^
ok she has a make up problem but she doesn't care much, she just lives for the sake of Love & they call her serial lover for her passionate soul but it's always Pure in her Heart...
she's definitely not a soul collector/eater whatever the gossips, she is sincere in her heart's echoes and generously giving because this is how she wants to live this life.
I said it all #131

A Very Big "Peace" Of My Heart for You

I wanted to share this song by alanis " you owe me nothing in return"

"You Owe Me Nothing In Return"

I'll give you countless amounts of outright acceptance if you want it
I will give you encouragement to choose the path that you want if you need it
You can speak of anger and doubts your fears and freak outs and I'll hold it
You can share your so-called shame filled accounts of times in your life and I won't judge it
(and there are no strings attached to it)

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return

You can ask for space for yourself and only yourself and I'll grant it
You can ask for freedom as well or time to travel and you'll have it
You can ask to live by yourself or love someone else and I'll support it
You can ask for anything you want anything at all and I'll understand it
(and there are no strings attached to it)

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return

I bet you're wondering when the next payback shoe will eventually drop
I bet you're wondering when my conditional police will force you to cough up
I bet wonder how far you have now danced you way back into debt
This is the only kind of love as I understand it that there really is

You can express your deepest of truths even if it means I'll lose you and I'll hear it
You can fall into the abyss on your way to your bliss I'll empathize with
You can say that you have to skip town to chase your passion I'll hear it
You can even hit rock bottom have a mid-life crisis and I'll hold it
(and there are no strings attached)

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return

(I think I could not have written it better but I am quite sure in the Past I have written something inspired by this ,should find my old poem and re-edite them ^_^)

I dedicate this song above( cant find it at youtube) to my beloved ones but especially at that present for both of you and I believe you know who you are.


oh and because I adore this song lately I wanted to share it with you, well the lyrics are not philosophical, but it's a black eyed peas cover by Alanis as a sort of funny joke I guess, but she can sing anything and make art of it.

I am back in touch with my poetry muses, they made me want to write as they bleed songs and sonic landscapes in my mind.

I sometimes write in French so things get lost in translation so I can not translate.
My dear Love and I are going away( we're each weeks on the roads and I am the driver grrrr) so I'll be back on saturday afternoon probably( business and administrative things to do again + apartment search in Lille)

oh and I will soon introduce a bit more into the world of flora delerium and digital alchemy of the artist and dear friend of mine Dan Colvin:

as he will be my first interview for Humana Maelstrom zine, which will be my new online zine with articles and interviews and maybe more if I have time for it, but there I will interview artists of any kind that touches me and inspire me a lot

I am almost sure you all can find some pieces of inspiration for your own creativity in his poetry for the eyes.

Many blessings and namasté!

8 commentaires:

Dan Colvin a dit…

You are so kind in your words Helene, I am truely honered and proud to know you. And there can be no greater compliment for an artist than the accolades from another artist one admires, and I have words from the woman who made the most amazing image on this entry! your Solanum dulcamara (truely a work to be proud of my dear) and so many other wonderful works you do. Thank you.

Jen a dit…

True Friendship is love.

I look forward to reading your zine...and yes, inspiration can be found in such imaginative art work...

this is what we all want, I think...inspiration (was writing about friendship and inspiration earlier...the theme for the day)

sometimes the tangerine is so wonderful...but it does not often quench my thirst...or maybe I don't notice that it does, because I am so busy thinking "yum" and I'll have a bit more...

I happened to buy orange-tangerine juice yesterday, instead of just orange's all gone now
it was good : )

there is no one one kind...maybe the soul is genderless...gender is constructed by identify one from give a label...I do believe that there are traits that are more often seen with one gender on the whole, than another...but the spectrum is too full of nuiance and shades of grey to be able to conclude anything before knowing...

I always want to see the not attribute good nor bad to them because of gender...each person has capabilities from birth..but where does the desire or drive come from...that desire to connect on a deeper level?

maybe everyone has that desire, but not everyone listens and not everyone believes and not everyone does...

it is wonderful that you found a new friend to maybe spend time with ...I hope that you can enjoy true friendship in that way that is accessible and an easy going physical presence...

you are a treasure of a friend : )

good luck in Lille ! So I left a long comment but my mind was already primed for this...

BoneFolder a dit…

I don't understand how you can feel so much and still stay in your skin, Hélène.

--Mike Jennings
--Hannah Grey Curiosities & Drygoods

Hélène Deroubaix a dit…

I am not sure if I understand your comment bonefolder :)
and what are those
--Mike Jennings
--Hannah Grey Curiosities & Drygoods

sorry I don't know...but if you wonder how I can keep my feet on the ground and not be overwhelmed by feelings , truly deeply and honestly I do want to cry a lot sometimes out of nothing because all these blessings are beautiful but yes tiny parts of me sometimes wonder still and maybe forever if I do deserve this, but rest assured some think yes yes I do deserve, I have got my Big time of misery too, the wheel has to turn :)
but my feet are on the ground as I'm still facing the suffering of this Planet and humanity.

Blessed be!

BoneFolder a dit…

Je m'apelle Mike Jennings... my wife and I own an online mixed-media art supplies store (Hannah Grey). (And yes, we will sell the magazine with your pretty article in it -- the box from Somerset just arrived!)

I found your flickr site somehow. I came for the mixed media art, I stayed for the charming self-portraits. :)

Eventually I looked at this blog and started reading it. So many posts are bursting with emotion and feeling. Sometimes, just reading about it, je me sens comme je vais éclater, et ce ne sont pas *mes* émotions... peut-être parce que je j'ai un homme, mais je ne comprends pas comment c'est possible que vous... [words in English and French both fail me here].. can stay inside your skin!

Je pense que vous me comprends assez bien. I guess my French here is almost as good as your English, I don't really know....


Hélène Deroubaix a dit…

"here is almost as good as your English, I don't really know...."
I will take this as joke :)
but thanks for your comments and kind words

BoneFolder a dit…

Oh, no! j'ai beaucoup de pratiqué. I made an important mistake in my French: Je *SUIS* un homme, pas "J'ai un homme". If that translated as badly as I imagine it did, it would give the wrong impression. :)

Hey, look -- Here you are in our store!

Hélène Deroubaix a dit…

thank you very much, that's so kind of you to share this and show my pages there!
Blessings to you!