Folk Medicine

heavenly basin 1

2010-12-13T15:43:00.000-08:00

window of heaven 2

2010-12-13T15:20:00.000-08:00

misty mountains of the south

2010-12-13T14:34:00.000-08:00

ming men

2010-12-13T14:12:00.000-08:00

Tides in the san juans

2010-11-04T04:41:00.000-07:00

second page of san juan tides

2010-11-04T04:36:00.000-07:00

More gravitation of the moon

2010-11-04T04:32:00.000-07:00

moon pulling tide

2010-11-04T04:30:00.000-07:00

Magnatism of earth and its effect on water

2010-09-14T05:12:00.000-07:00

Music in the mountains

2010-04-02T20:57:00.001-07:00

Music of High Northern Plains

The high Northern Plains

the Jagged and white silver

mountain flutes. The song

in the reeds a symphany.

Wind, flutters, thunder.

Birds wing and the breadth

of Swans lungs are a harp

with strings of lightning.

A storm from the Big Horns

Closes in, then rises upward

through feathered scales

of insturmental winds.

The heavy blue wing,

musculature music in

silver keys, flapping

closed-then opening

in a delicate flashing.

As fingered memories,

return, passing through

the appetures of thunder,

sounding out steely blues.

Please read earlier post (by one) before reading this one.

2010-03-10T05:34:00.000-08:00

So... how is this like the human heart.

The Blood is like a river, traveling in vessels it deposits its nutrients into the organs and musculature of the landscape.

The landscape in turn holds water, and this water travels through from the drenched areas (near the rivers and lakes) to dryer places. Zion being a dry and high place has much water passing towards it. It reaches maximum here and pours out again.

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In the human body blood travels from the heart, to the large vessels and then to the smaller, until it disperses in the organs and musculature.

Once in the musculature and organs, it is changed (sometimes nourished and purified -as in the liver) and then returns pouring back into the veins, but also draining into the lymphatics (which is closer to the desert, the musculature and the spleen) The veinous flow returns to the heart from below, while the lymphatic drains into the heart from above. This is close to what happens in Zion.

Zion the raised heart of the desert.

2010-03-10T04:25:00.000-08:00

Zion the raised heart of the desert.

The highest desert sandstone, and the most interior is in Zion. Here all interior water flows (water in the earth), at least what is stored in the red musculature (structure) of the desert.

The sandstone takes root (begins) in the high mountains, extends through the desert basins, and opens as the pillars of Zion.

Another more geologically realistic way of saying this is that the sandstone layers are pused up and exposed at 2 ends.

where the mountains have risen

and where the river has cut through rather then rode upon

Water pours in at the section exposed to the mountains. While it percolates out in sections exposed in Zion. Allowing water to travel all the way through. So, Zions walls act like a pump.... or a heart.

The river sorts the stones

2010-03-10T04:14:00.000-08:00

The River sorts the stones.

A river does not move at just one speed. Near the center it is faster and it is also heavier with more water. So at the center of the river only the largest stones remain, the smaller stones are left on the sides or down river.

K.Bloomfield 6/9/9

Adirondack lakes

2010-03-03T07:05:00.000-08:00

Adirondack Lakes

The lakes a spiders silk

On the langerie of the spiders macromie

the surface transions trampaline tensions

into orbits threading the invisible heavens

light. Casting patterns into a fluid shadow

beneath the bow of a wooden harp, the

filaments of sunlight wind along a singing
vibrato along the diaphragms drum. A Song

Holding the water togther, in a diarhama

surrounded by an opposition of earthly

shores. Dark female twins with eyes like

oxen... in union and division tenderly hold

the flowers dreaming about windy shores.

Spining flowers

The reflections of maple and cherry wood,

on water blossom with lavendar and rose

odors, incensing the blues, into a jealousy,

of greens twisting upwards into purple

and red petals. The breathing sun light

spins the water back towards the flames. .

Into Delicate things

The delicate flesh, of the eye
a foliage
Vaginal in nature

when the lips open, open

as a smile does. When lips Close,

close in a kiss, creating a still life
in the mind. Wild in the imagination
of life, the vivid memories of scents...

Beyond flesh into scent and wings.

The transparent scent of lavendar and wild rose, enter

into the orbit of the Iris, chasing gossamer wings along
sandy shores. Dancing light across the blinking lense.

The shadows play along the clear fluid with fluttering

fingers, casting nets of black and white into the deep.
the simple illumination painting the fragments beneath

Lost in the light, &swimming through it

of the small internal musculature,

dancing with the vision. As the two

brown eyed daughters are now
swimming butterfly across
the elevated pools.

Plunging into water, with skirts

spreading open, into golden wheels
a-drift in all the textures, of pollen
and ambrosia. The ebony pupils

in the center catching the light. In

a fashion quite similar to the black
widows catching of the winged in-

sects' brillant colors in clever weavings.

Cloud images

2010-02-12T06:50:00.000-08:00

Sketch 1.

sketch 2

Text from sketch 2: when we think of rain, we think of it coming from the sea and all the moisture dumping onto the land. However, I think the air has been 'prepared' for the rainfall to come. (by moisture from the an eastly before the storm is come from the west for example).

The wetness has already been deposited there... is already in the air, and the storm acts as a sort of catalyst, a wave of rainstorm the ripples or walks across the landscape. Raining where it is. The moist air before it and the dry air behind it. The cloud itself remaining largely unchanged as it travels.

sketch 3.

From sketch 3:

Clouds are dark and light.

The top of clouds are well light and bright, this has a slightly warming and rising effect.

While the bottoms of clouds are dark and shadowed by the moisture of the cloud above it. This has a cooling and sinking effect. Helping to seperate, widen and thicken the cloud. In other words the cloud makes its own space to grow by pulling itself apart.

2010-02-08T19:23:00.000-08:00

Adirondack Dress in Autumn

In autumn

The edges of her skirt are still
The brightest. The two of them.

The edge wrapping her uterus
Over the two horns of her hips
.......Wide, Stable, Circles......
where she sits. The folds of the
fabric, dress earth in its colors.

Oranges... embracing daughters.
Yellows.. run after one another.
Reds... the blushing pink.

The far edge-
light and wind
bent into a hoop.

Wrapping and sweeping ,
The earth with her dress.

Trees

2010-02-08T18:48:00.000-08:00

Trees.
The trees are full of a wind
that only moves in the branches
by that I mean they are created
by the rhythms of the wind
and the roots remain nourished
by the rain that comes with the
clouds on the wind. Its a quiet
growth, silent and listening.

While the sarcastic and loud
language of science, with its
metal teeth and cognition.
Is a chainsaw too loud to
hear the softer languages
those that the birds learn
while listening to a music
that is also a scent that
plays through the branches.
Admid, the hard facts
of the sharp minds, we
can no longer even hear
the swallow songs.

Functional aspects of mountains

2009-11-11T16:50:00.000-08:00

Snow Fields and Flowers

2009-10-04T06:15:00.000-07:00

In spring the cold clear scent from the snowfield, and the fragrance from the flowers mix.

Acupuncture and color

2009-10-02T11:49:00.000-07:00

Even though I am an acupuncturist I have an issue with qi as just energy. I do not like the new age posters of energy people (in outer space), or the computer programmer model of DNA that says that we are just alternation of zeros and ones... yin and yang. To me there is no soul or spirit in these ideas. If we are alternations of dark and light then we are fully these two things white light and black the mix of all the colors, and from these colors Creation has drawn our Selves. Selves which are colorful... not just black and white. Instead, a rich painting of alternating colors composes our genetic and energetics. Orange (earth), Orange (light). Yellow (earth), Yellow (light)... Blue (light), Blue (earth), Blue (earth).... not black, black, white... black. Lets not confuse ourselves with our technology.

From an acupuncture perspective, I think the meridians do have energy, but it is the energy and soul of color. Both the colors of light (prismatic) and the colors of the earth (Paints/textural).

In Chinese Medicine the organs are paired toghter. If we think of them as paired by color (prismatic and textural) then this makes more sense. Reds: Textural color is of the heart, and its prismatic color is of the small intestine. Whites/ metalics: textural color of the lungs, prismatic color of the Large Intestine. Greens: textural color of the liver, prismatic color of the Gall bladder. Black to violet: Textural color of the kidney. Prismatic color of the bladder. Yellow: textural color of the spleen, prismatic color of the Stomach.

The yang (prismatic) channels all move inwards to nourish the yin (physical colors), while at the same time being in direct opposition. The physical colors are all stored within the physical structure of the body, and move outwards through the meridians. (allowing for an expression of ourselves, and our capacity to generate feeling and passion in others.

While the yang organs are all about how we are affected by others, the flavors of foods, and our ability to be nourished by warmth that we receive rather then give.

12/25/08
KB

2009-07-14T20:32:00.000-07:00

Mid-Moon.

one hour to midnight
and she walks out
to catch the moon.

the wind in her
fingers, and the light
escaping. the milk

pours from the stone,
she gently arches
back. suckling breasts

to the sky
her hips open, return
and open again.

dark fingers follow,
wrap the silken egg.
crossing the ancient
threads of starlight.

Fok People

2009-05-13T07:56:00.001-07:00

I had a dream while I was guiding about one of the other guilds on the river.

2009-05-13T07:53:00.000-07:00

This dream was not about sex, it was about the Arkansas River in Colorado, and that certain peole become expressions for the larger natural spirits that inhabit the landscape.

2009-05-13T07:48:00.001-07:00

In this case the river was like Sam and Sam was like the river. Both with spirits of their own, but also sharing a common spirit that was merged together. Like she was an extension of the rivers spirit, and not truly separate. That the river inhabits her and speaks through her, but not like like a possessive ghost, but in a natural fashion that strengthened Samantha's personality.

2009-05-13T07:41:00.000-07:00

I call this sort of person folk. Folk do not come from the city or town to restore themselves in nature... they are part of the natural landscape. They are quickly sick or not right in the spirit when away from nature which is their source. Whether this be a river, a mountain range or the plains. All of which have a soul that includes a person or group of persons with an affinity for that landscape. These are the Folk People and the truest form of folk music.