On the March, April, May ... MAY 2018

On the March, April, May ... MAY 2018

  Spring #1

Spring #1

By: Martyn Thompson

Are you often thinking “What’s next?" I am, and sometimes, as my Nana used to say “Whatever next!”…different but equally relevant.

I’m also thinking the year is running away from me. There's a sense that everything is happening and nothing is happening all at the same time. Or perhaps I’m searching for excuses. The fact is, I’ve begun this newsletter on numerous occasions over the past 2 months and haven’t gotten much beyond the first paragraph, never quite making it to the finishing line...

 

 

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I got up early to finish off the jodpheresque pants I cut out last night, as I’m off to Europe this week and feeling in need of a new outfit. The swimming pool has not seen much of me recently, but the local cafe has, and so I’m seeking comfort to accommodate my slightly larger self. I’m favoring the notion of a poncho and I've made a teepee-like coat type thing…a bit like wearing an iglolo…which has almost no sign of my actual body within it…an idea that suits me perfectly right now...it has the effect of being seen and not being seen all at once…

  Posing in new Poncho in the studio ...photographed by Christian Rocha

Posing in new Poncho in the studio ...photographed by Christian Rocha

I’m on the optimistically named “Peter Pan” bus to Providence, Rhode Island to visit Dove at RISD, a little cynically noting that any notion of eternal youth seems to have escaped the interior decor. It’s Easter weekend and I’m expecting daffodils and the like but there is nothing much happening by way of Spring yet…the road is a continuum of brown-grey tree trunks, the ground like a speckled egg of fallen leaves. The rhythm of the bus is meditative, lulling me into a semi-slumber of drifting thoughts.

  Dove's wondrous studio at RISD

Dove's wondrous studio at RISD

I’ve never really loved being told what to do. Metaphorically, I’m often biting my tongue when being given instructions. Anything technical and my mind goes blank…nothing sticks. This isn't something I’m proud of as it isn't helpful at all, rather the opposite. Yet I’m more than happy to welcome any and all suggestions from the universe via tarot, astrological, or psychic medium, and will quizzingly consult the farmers' almanac— something of a treasure that my friend Charles Lahti introduced me to. Anyway…last Saturday I was wandering home with my groceries when my gaze fixed upon a sign: "Tarot reading now."

  Reading my Mind.......

Reading my Mind.......

The cards read my mind, a mind I’d been rather too timid to navigate for myself…and in my consequent state of complete trust I was very open to the tarot reader’s next suggestion that I try astrocartography. My eager Sagittarian ascendant wasted no time engineering this for the following afternoon: a map of the world with lines going this way and that — intersecting here and there — and at these intersections are the clues of where to live best, happiest or to greatest purpose…all very good information in in this moment that feels somewhat like a turning point…whispering hello to the FUTURE…

  Spring #2

Spring #2

HAPPY MAY

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