Mom, get the camera out of my face. And grow up while you're at it.

Canopic Jars = jars for holding your guts after you are dead.

"I think I look like a freaky lion, do I look like a freaky lion?" Son dies laughing, "YES!"

Is everyone seeking harmony?
Many Eastern philosophies have had a concept of SYNCHRONICITY before the western mind set fully accepted it. "These coincidences, which Jung termed synchronicity, are sure signs you are in the flow; Flow is a harmony of being that has been sought after through the centuries in the spiritual traditions of the world. In the West, flow has been linked to trust, surrender, unconditional love, the grace of God. In the East, it has been linked to the Tao, the underlying interconnectedness of the Universe. In our lives, flow is obvious in those times when things happen effortlessly, everything falls into place, obstacles melt away, and our timing is perfect. In those times, we feel a deep sense of harmony and underlying order. We know we are in the right place, at the right time, doing exactly the right thing." ~by C Belitz, M Lundstrom

Speaking of synchronicity, I was out side early this morning taking pictures of the canopic jars the children made in their Egyptian art class. And fooling with my son and the camera. And taking pictures of breakfast just for fun, and just because breakfast is a long hot affair on a Monday morning at our house this cold spring day. And then throwing in pictures of my kitchen, of all things, because the bears on the floor are always about to eat porridge. And then arrives this poem. A favorite of a dear cousin and written by Cavafy. Also, apologies for formatting. There are ways of Blogger still mysterious to me. I have yet to keep a poem formatted or figure out how to put the pictures exactly where I want them. Oh well.

As you set out for Ithakahope your road is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians, Cyclops, angry Poseidon-don't be afraid of them: you'll never find things like that on your way as long as you keep your thoughts raised high, as long as a rare excitement stirs your spirit and your body. Laistrygonians, Cyclops,wild Poseidon-you won't encounter them unless you bring them along inside your soul,unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
Hope your road is a long one. May there be many summer mornings when, with what pleasure, what joy, you enter harbors you're seeing for the first time; may you stop at Phoenician trading stations to buy fine things, mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony, sensual perfume of every kind- as many sensual perfumes as you can; and may you visit many Egyptian cities to learn and go on learning from their scholars. Keep Ithaka always in your mind. Arriving there is what you're destined for. But don't hurry the journey at all. Better if it lasts for years, so you're old by the time you reach the island, wealthy with all you've gained on the way, not expecting Ithaka to make you rich. Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey. Without her you wouldn't have set out. She has nothing left to give you now. And if you find her poor, Ithaka won't have fooled you. Wise as you will have become, so full of experience, you'll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.