A Ball of String Theory

Lots of Long Words

In younger days of letter writing until now (as an author), my imagination could (can) always be depended on to fire up. I often wondered where the fuel came from and then, during a period in my life when eastern mysticism was something to investigate, I listened to a guru who was asking her audience: ‘Where does inspiration come from?’

There were some wide ranging and wild ideas flowing back – many opinions were offered, none of them deep enough for me and although some ideas flitted through my mind too, they didn’t penetrate to a truth. (Truth is such a good word. Don’t you agree?)

meditation-857916_640The wise Guru listened but didn’t let us in on her ideas on the subject but the thought had been planted and it continued to grow. Obviously that was her intention. This was some time ago and I still haven’t resolved the issue. (Although I have come to realize that enlightenment is something you keep searching for rather than arrive at.)  To provoke chatter I often open up the conversation around dinner tables or around pool tables in pubs and it can lead to some interesting discussion.

Secular opinion usually flounders because such topics can be regarded as ‘mysteries’ and sentient existentialists deny such twaddle as, well …. twaddle! Although ‘extemporised spontaneity’ or  ‘a ball of string theory’ could get places in the league tables.

Fluffier companions can be interesting: ‘The Eternal Fountain’ is a good one, or ‘the same place as the chicken and the egg debate’ and they both  get one of my votes but

I think it comes from nowhere and that’s where the big bang came from. The one that created a universe. 

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Meanings Lost in Time

Idioms and Sayings

This is a pilot for a weekly feature on the above as an interesting aspect of the English language. English is the standard means of expression here but lots of bloggers are dealing with a second language so it might not have an international appeal. Some of my sayings were minted a long time ago in English history.

Not this one though:

BLACK CATCat got your tongue? Origin: More than 5000 years ago and  it’s creepy. This is an idiom used today (in the British Isles anyway) when someone goes silent when confronted with a question that catches them out and they look speechless.

Is this saying familiar in India, Africa, Russia, USA? Unlikely, so this weekly feature might not work. It could increase the depth of understanding of the international bloggers (as if you haven’t got enough on your plate already!)

We’ll see but it might be more interesting if I get sayings from other parts of the world too.

Here’s another one:

You probably have an understanding of  threshold  as the footstep between the inside and outside of an abode but why is it so called?

English: Celtic period (I think). To do with straw spread on a floor (of dirt) in an early hut. Re-carpeted every week as a household chore but liable to blow away when the hunters got back in a force 8 gale and threw the door open. The family by the fire eating their dinner, suddenly covered in the stuff.

Most days it was just blown back from the doorway, the most important place for it to stay because of all the wet feet coming in.

The word for straw was thresh and something had to be done to hold it back. Skilful fingers clipped it straight and bound it with mud in a tidy strip to start with, developing into a plank of wood holding it down under the door – the thresh hold.

Do you find this interesting? I know I do and there are lots more if you want them on a weekly diet of one at a time.

Meanings Lost in Time Day – Friday.

Next week: All the gory details on Cat got your tongue?

(It’s horrible.)

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FEMALE EQUALITY

Hatsepsut

Research on the only female Egyptian pharaoh

dreamstime_l_6758498for THE RIVER THROUGH

For twenty years, despite opposition from the priesthood, Hat-Sep-Sut ascended to the throne as pharaoh to bring Egypt into a new golden age. Her name means Foremost of Noble Women and she somehow convinced the royal court that her right to rule was justified by her bloodine, more pure than the preferred male, her stepson, Thutmose III, age 10.

Records are misty (C1500 BC) so it’s impossible to gauge the political intrigues of the time so creative imagination has played a part in this historical account. When her husband Thutmose II died we can imagine that a lot of determination was required for a woman to assume power so she probably started out as Queen Regent. An established tradition from antiquity, acting on behalf of the boy successor until he was old enough to take the reins himself.

So supreme power would have been hers by right for a few years anyway, but somehow she became the Queen Pharaoh while the boy didn’t get a look in until she died, 20 years later.

He made up for lost time by becoming (the so called) Napoleon of ancient Egypt who expanded the borders and the treasury during a spectacular reign. My assumption for his lack of ambition is that he was more interested in soldiering than holding court in Karnak. Hatsepsut may have encouraged this and if they had a loving mother/son relationship, it could have suited them both.

But the story is about her and how she outmanoeuvred some powerful men using wile and a creative approach to the re-organization of a disrupted Egypt still reeling from an occupation by a foreign power.

Egypt was undeniably unified and mighty again afterwards, due to her unique rulership. She was famously proud of an expedition across the sea (Somalia region maybe – far, far away in those days) to bring back wonderful things from the land of Punt.

A RIVER THROUGH is a work of fiction in progress, built around these facts. You can read an except here

 

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The Brain is a Sensitive Instrument

Anyone who has experienced the slow wasting away of a loved one to Alzheimer’s or watched an empty shell swimming without purpose as the family look on, will know of the pain.

Am I alone in wondering what causes the corrosion of brain cells? No-one but me taking the pulse of their lobes? Have I been kind to my mind, (read the title above) have I trodden through the garden of earthly delights with sufficient care?

Hope so. The pursuit of pleasure has been (still is) a constant companion, commanding from inside to lay a place upon the table of my appetite for more. The bingeing, the parties and the hangovers. Not too excessive but reasonably regularly for many years. The motor constantly running  spends all its time feeding the flames – compelling me to want and this is the battering my brain has been getting so I worry about my neurons.

Hey, the body’s doing good from healthy lifestyles (and a moderate approach) but there is fade in the upstairs department. Unquestionably not the springy turf I remember from my springier times.

Still in good working order in the immediate time zone and better than ever for imagination but the memory regions have blurred. Geography is my worst area for recall but then it always was, even in school when I was, supposedly, in my springiest period. There are just too many places in the world.

PICKING FLOWERSSome people and places have vanished completely but that could be the natural sink of the accumulated mass, pruning.

Just running a health check here. Working through the regions, testing, testing. Will there come a day when I’m checking on twitches and moods of madness between staring at nothing for long periods?

Anxiety is more corrosive so why worry? Forget it.

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I Saw Happiness and Sadness

On a wordpress course to increase my effectiveness in commenting is the journey I took today and its been a roller coaster ride through the many emotions of an inter-nation of lovely people. Dips and dives through darkness and light and thank you, thank you for the one who made me laugh.

How unlike anything I have experienced before is the hum of the human heart tapping out the keys of hello.

I love you

WP SKY

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The Lady in the Chamber

A recent investigation has raised the possibility of a hidden compartment in Tutankamun’s tomb that may hold secrets about Nefertiti, (his mother or step-mother.) As the wife of a disgraced pharaoh her right to a royal burial would have been tenuous.
WP IMAGEThe tomb is the size and shape of a Lady’s and this has been a confusion for archaeologists.

If she is hidden away in there (and it’s still uncertain) it offers a feasible explanation for another mystery: Tut’s coffin was hastily modified (brutally) to fit his tomb chamber because it was too big for the space available. Using it as a door stop may have been the reason.

Ruling in equal partnership, she was held in great esteem and had real power until her husband died, Akenaten, the cursed reformer who put all the temples out of business by declaring a single god, the sun or Aten. He moved the principal place of worship away from Karnak to a new city in Amarna.

The clergy weren’t too pleased about this and when he died they rejected the change and destroyed all evidence of his heresy in a national upsurge to return to traditional values.

During his reign he was responsible
for a cultural renaissance and a new age of fine art – most of it smashed up during the rout.

Great possibilities for a writer and I can feel a storyline coming on.

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August is Aglow

 

 

WordPress Blogging University Course

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a meeting of light

in a chat room

who would have thought to look there?

a big surprise

in fifteen parts:-

the glove of an oven in heaven

in hearts

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Lonely?

I’m part of a large family circle and have a social life that’s busy

White-necked heron (Ardea cocoi) perched on tree, Australia

enough to keep me in touch with friends, so I’m not lonely.
But there are lots of people who are and some of them could be bloggers, reaching out with their mouse looking for something we all want.
Problems on my site have been vexing me just a little so I took a break to get myself back into proportion and stared into the lake of tranquility.
And wrote this:

THE KEEPER

Five years of grateful solitude
in a lighthouse off the shore
I was always apprehensive in the basement

From the light room
in the crow’s nest
A bedroom
further down
To the kitchen
and the store room
Underneath

Round the winding staircase
To the laundry room and sink
down the curving building
To the floor.

Then there was the underground
The rock
the concrete core
I was always apprehensive in the basement

Not a frightened creature me
Not one for getting scared
If anything was calling
It was me

But it got into my dreamtime
When the waves beat on the door
and when I try to reason
I’m not sure – I’m not sure

I scrubbed the staircase thoroughly though
with a brush and a bar of soap
from the top round the curves
the swerves and the knots
And all the way down
to the bottom – but still –
I was always apprehensive in the basement

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Let there be light

Visions of the celestial vaults appear in some form in all of my novels. The cosmos is an inspiration for my poetry too:

NEBULA

Solar Leaps

a pouring of red gold

tipped from the setting sun

guided by the mirror

of the lake and held by

the surface of the moon

reflected in the sea

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Mansions of a Million Years

The Radiant Chamber is one of three novels with an entirely different storyline in each and varying degrees of Egyptian influence in the plot. The other two are still in preparation, one of them to be published soon and the other (my personal favourite) now on the road of my writing, driving through the  open highway of imagination.

I share a fascination for  this long gone culture with many other members of the human race. As my studies on their history deepens, I’ve developed a genuine affection towards them.

TUTANKH BLANKThey called their tombs Mansions of a Million Years, using solid rock as the best material for the job. A few thousand years on and they still fulfil their promise but the vandals have high explosives these days and I hope that what remains of Egyptian edifice stays that way.

 

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