Tarot #6: Peace, Recreation of Being

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6 Days Gone

I am off to the silent cathedrals of mist rained giants holding firm to the earth,

I am away to make a bed by the shore and let the ocean sing soft booming songs to empty my crowded brains and make more room for  light and movement.

 

Brokedown Palace

Fare you well, my honey, fare you well my only true one.
All the birds that were singing are flown, except you alone.

Going to leave this brokedown palace,
On my hand and knees, i will roll, roll, roll.
Make myself a bed in the waterside,
In my time, i will roll, roll roll.

In a bed, in a bed, by the waterside i will lay my head.
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.

River going to take me, sing sweet and sleepy,
Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home.
It’s a far gone lullaby, sung many years ago.
Mama, mama many worlds I’ve come since i first left home.

Goin’ home, goin’ home, by the riverside i will rest my bones,
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.

Going to plant a weeping willow,
On the bank’s green edge it will grow, grow, grow.
Sing a lullaby beside the water,
Lovers come and go, the river roll, roll, roll.

Fare you well, fare you well, i love you more than words can tell,
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.

Songwriters: Jerome J. Garcia / Robert C. Hunter
Brokedown Palace lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
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Tarot #5: Luxury, This is Not About Bling or Status

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High Times to Share

We can let the good times roll and let high spirits rain waters of love generously upon any who gather to us in that temporarily elevated place as valleys become mountains with the shifting of the earth’s shell, so will water run down and wear the mountain into great wide valleys and flood planes. Do not fear the fall but know it will come after we have drained our draught and laughed and danced into the gathering storm.

 

Hey, everybody, let’s have some fun
You only live but once
And when you’re dead you’re done

So let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
I don’t care if you’re young or old
Get together, let the good times roll

Don’t sit there mumblin’, talkin’ trash
If you wanna have some fun
You gotta spend some cash

So let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
I don’t care if you’re young or old
Go out and get together, let the good times roll

Hey Mister Landlord, lock up all the doors
When the police comes around
Just tell them that the joint is closed

And let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
I don’t care if you’re young or old
Get up and get together and let the good times roll

Hey everybody, tell everybody
That B.B. and Bob is in town
I got a dollar and a quarter
And I’m just rarin’ to clown
But don’t let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more that I’m gonna keep

I don’t care if you’re young or old
Let’s get together and let the good times roll

 

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Tarot #4: The Devil, Taking a Leap onto the Wild Side

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Asking no permission for the sensual impulse the spiral force of the universe runs through us bringing with it the creative act without fear of consequences or judgement. A laughing leap into the void with no net the passion of Now is all consuming saying Yes! to whatever is on the other side. To never take such a risk is to run the risk of being locked in the bland and humorless Self-made prison profuse with the odor of regret and safe same-old. Life is a balancing act teetering over a flaming pit, we might as well be acrobats. We may as well sing and dance our way across.

 

“If we listened to our intellect, we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friendship. We’d never go into business, because we’d be too cynical. Well, that’s nonsense. You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.”

Annie Dillard

Song from a dream

I’d rather be dancer down the street,

with broken glass and garbage cans

beneath my feet.

I’d rather be a painter or the Devil.

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Tarot #3: Science

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Let us aim for the heart of truth.

Sharpening the swords of our intellect to cut away confusion and flabby fear with the light, scalpel and gleaming razor of reason.

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Tarot #2: Swiftness

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Fire and destruction focused into light and electricity

passing through all points simultaneously. 

concentration of will into a task initially driven by

destructive or passionate impulses. It is the time to use

the power of compassion to focus anger and hurt into

direct acts of communication. It is the time to ride the

waves of a disturbance from confusion into

enlightenment and balance. If only I could move 8

directions at the same time. But, then maybe I can and

just don’t know how to manage it yet.

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Art is A Process of Life: Creative Life is Art

Georgia O’Keefe left the city to find the place that suited her process. Gwenyth Leech moved through the process of transformation by not moving physical. Art is an interaction with the world initially and an interaction between artist and audience finally, but in between the process of living creatively is a constant perception, collaboration, and distillation of the artist’s world. The artist lives, and by living, gathers the raw material that forms a response to the where, what, and how of the life around them.

Vox Populi

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Pioneering NYC artist, Gwyneth Leech, enters a midtown art studio only to find that her skyline view will soon be blocked by the construction of yet another high-rise hotel.

But as the perspective out her window permanently shifts, so does the artist’s point of view.

Leech has exhibited her work across the United States and the UK in museums, commercial galleries, public art spaces, and alternative venues. For additional information on the artist, please visit: gwynethleech.com.

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Running time: 10:03

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DIRECTOR: ANGELO J. GUGLIELMO, JR.
PRODUCERS: ANDY BOWLEY, ROSIE WALUNAS
EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: ANGELO J. GUGLIELMO, JR., ANDREA SMITH
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY: ANDY BOWLEY
EDITOR: ROSIE WALUNAS
COMPOSER: ABRAHAM CLEMENTS

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Gwyneth Leech

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The Tarot # 1: The Star is Hope in Action

The Star

Send your vision into the night sky,

from your tiny place in the immensity of all time and space,

Dancing to the music of eternity

A flicker of unmistakable light moving in the darkness.

Shining Star for you to see What your Life can Truly be

Who the hell do you think you are, a super star?

well right you are!

Cause we all shine on,

like the moon, and the stars and the sun.

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