From: owner-shindell-list-digest@smoe.org (shindell-list-digest) To: shindell-list-digest@smoe.org Subject: shindell-list-digest V6 #218 Reply-To: shindell-list@smoe.org Sender: owner-shindell-list-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-shindell-list-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk shindell-list-digest Sunday, October 10 2004 Volume 06 : Number 218 Today's Subjects: ----------------- [RS] Hope springs eternal (there goes Mavis) [Hopedancing@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 09 Oct 2004 14:56:39 -0400 From: Hopedancing@aol.com Subject: [RS] Hope springs eternal (there goes Mavis) Here are my thoughts on Mavis-- written as I contemplate my own personal drama- so it's definitely colored by current events in my own life. The more I listen to this song I am convinced it is brilliant... perhaps the most brilliant on the CD. These thoughts are a little out there, I know, but I'm an air sign, so I give myself permission :) Here's my take on it all.... Candace in California - --------------------------- I think the bird, the mother and the child are all one. The bird (Mavis) is our true self in its purest form. The "Mother" is the adult part of us that is perhaps a bit too cautious. The side that tells us to hold back, that certain things we want to do may never work out, and that we need to keep our true selves "in the cage." The little girl is the one who hasn't been exposed to all the rules yet-- she's willing to take chances-- perhaps chances that are a bit too risky. She thinks anything can be done and is ready to try. She's also the part that becomes easily frightened and is full of emotion. She's the impulsive side of us that may be too quick to act without thinking. The bird is our true self. Our soul being. The bolt of orange. The true light. The one who truly knows. So... when the song starts... we are on "the other side of low tide." "We" being the adult side of us, the child side of us, and the true self. We've experienced some low times in life and have somehow survived. We are about to start a new adventure (or relationship with someone new). The sun is high. A new wave is about to rush in. The moat around the castle is filling up with water (excitement-- new love-- new emotions on high). We're running around making sure everything is perfect before the next wave of excitement rushes in. Here it comes... hope springs eternal... we know we are on the other side of low tide... but, we are willing to give love another chance. Then... there's "some kind of commotion." Something upsets the apple cart. Perhaps our new love is not all we expected him/ her to be? The little girl in us wants to run...she is afraid-- "fly away." Run away... get out of danger. But the other parts of us pay no attention to the signs of danger...we are going to somehow "fix things" and make them better. We dig and dig to try and save the castle (or save the relationship). We dig on... in an effort to save the dream (the sand-castle) we have invested in, thus far. Even though there is a distinct sinking feeling. Out of the blue... the orange canary. The true part of ourselves... the wisdom soul... on a driftwood flag pole... who can see trouble from a place of distance. The part of us that can see the true facts amidst the sinking ramparts. That side of us that can "step away" and get a glimpse of reality--see truth for what it is-- without getting stuck in all the emotion. But... push-pull...enter the child, once again, running and full of emotion. And the Mother... the one with all the rules and concerns... the one with the cage. The side of us that says we'll never be able to survive on our own... better go back to that "stuck place" because, at least, it provides the illusion of safety. Now... if Mavis (our true self) has been listening... she isn't letting on. No one moves, no one moves. There is a space of time where nothing happens. A place of immobility. A place of contemplation, perhaps. A place where Mavis, the true wisdom part of us, is taking it all in, but not making a move one way or the other. Evaluating. Listening to both the adult and child voices of herself before making any final decisions. All the while... the voices are there... the little girl is talking to the bird... Now's your big chance... what are you going to do, Mavis? What will the true self ultimately decide to do after listening to both the child and adult sides of herself? When the wave finally crashes... Mavis has had some time to process everything. So no one (neither adult nor child aspects of ourselves) really recognizes the castle fall. It's as if it all was inevitable. The focus now... is on the progress of "the little bolt of orange." The wisdom soul. How has our true self grown through the process? What lessons have we learned? What new perspective will we take with us into our next sand-castle building experience? On the long horizon... There goes Mavis.... ------------------------------ End of shindell-list-digest V6 #218 ***********************************