About Me:First off, if you'd like to friend me on Facebook: www.facebook.com/TommyGleason
I've been Crafting færies (and other flying things) all my life. Designing/building my own wings from scratch and living my childhood dreams one meter (or a thousand) up.
Originally from inbetween the Monterey/San Francisco Bay Areas, I now live in Rough & Ready, California.
Music:Loreena McKinnett my fave overall. Love lots of others too. "Imagine" has always been my favorite song. "What a Wonderful World" (Louis!) my favorite song of hope. My favorite album: "Moodfood" by Moodswings. Upon hearing this album, it immediately knocked all my top "10s" into #8 spots. I've also been haunted (since a kid) by certain songs... Judy Collins "Farewell to Tarwathie;" Tower of Power's "Sparkling in the Sand;" The Moody Blues' "Nights in White Satin;" 10CC's "I'm not in Love;" The Split Enz' "Message to My Girl;" and John Lennon's "Mind Games."
Movies:"Star Wars" and "The Seven Faces of Dr. Lao" immediately come to mind... Lots of others too. Always loved the Sinbad movies featuring Ray Harryhausen's special effects while I was growing up. A recent movie I liked: "Avatar." I loved the echo between the Na'vi and Native American's beliefs. I see the same "Gaia" principle here, the only difference being that while that rock might not look alive to us, it's still an element, part of a synapse so to say, in the Universe's limitless time line. I think this makes sense in that I feel it's ridiculous to assume that "we Humans" are the top life form in a Universe so limitless in matter and awareness. The angels are out there... They belong to Mother Nature though, not religion.
TV:I often wonder why folks put down TV, saying "I don't like THAAT." Well heck, do you dislike bookstore too? Sure, there may be bad trashy books in there, but it doesn't mean you can't find good books as well. TV's the same way. There's plenty of trash, plenty of good stuff! :^) (And folks have no problem listing fave movies...) Anyways, a few of my faves:
PBS: Frontline
Fun: The Chaser's War on Everything
Fantasy: Merlin
Books:"Books are Lighthouses erected in the Sea of Time" - Edwin P Whipple David Eddings: "The Belgariad" and "The Mallorium." Love this guys subtle (and realistic) plugs on religion/politics too.
My favorite spiritual book was by two of my absolute favorite people: Bill Moyers interviewing Joseph Campbell in "The Power of Myth."
Likes:Light. Flight. Drawing Celtic wings for my færies. The rain-harp I made, when rain plinks endless little musical notes upon it. The crystals I've hung all about in the trees outside my window, casting a rainbow of rainbows dancing upon my walls.
Dislikes:I wish folks were more independent of religions. I see pride trapping them into not admitting the horrors in their worship books, and then they try to force the rest of us to abide by their ways.
Hobbies:Photoshop, photography, astronomy☄, geology, history, anthropology (both), linguistics, sewing kites, and gardening all fall in here, but making kids feel treasured beats all of the above.
Vices:Pretending it's too cold / hot outside to go for my bike ride, i.e., Lazy. (Bad Tommy!)
Virtues:Freethought. Critical thinking, because honest truth comes from valid reasoning.
Heroes:Superman. Thomas Jefferson. Thomas Paine. Bill Moyers. Eddie Lama. Sarah McLachlan. Prince Orchar, for his gentle wisdom and generous love for all... May he live on through our love for him. :^)
A daylight hike Creek polished stone The forest reaching high Rocky walled undertone
Sunlight caught In a sparkling rain Silent spread little rings Upon creek’s domain
And I’ve seen that small Willow Growing from a rocky cleft In fact I’ve leaned beneath it Upon cool concave to the left
It’s from there that I’ve listened To the wind-carried forest’s call Distant birdsong drifting by Shimmering waters sing and fall
One evening while trekking Though never quite so late That concave beneath the tree Seemed to open… and await
My eyes fooled? What is this I see? Or not, for it was dark Can I resist this mystery?
I approach, I go to touch… Yet the rock has melted away Pushing on, I enter the portal Upon night time’s sweet bouquet
Above me glisten dark stars From a soirée on high they shine Whilst around me darkness flows Patterns a lovely serpentine
The warm darkness ebbs Pulling me deeper still My senses reaching out I hear a Whippoorwill…
Instinctively I turn around A crescent Moon outside I pace forward to leave Dark stars move for me aside
For they’d drifted down now, About me they’d tugged and played Dark stars I thought they were But I see now: Night Time’s fae
They are the Spirit of the darkness Many wonders in the night Only an insecure unknowing Could give one any fright
So I move not to the portal But lay comfortably within Darkness solidifies about me Those fae... now crystalline
A wiser heart I do have now As of Wizard or Sister Witch Their apexed hats reaching high Touching wisdom to enrich
So when you see that small Willow Growing from rocky cleft In fact I lay behind it now Within cool concave to the left
It’s from there that I now listen To the wind-carried forest’s call Distant birdsong drifting by Shimmering waters sing and fall...
(Thank you to Enchanted Oaks and Root Diety Poems, whose recent poems inspired this one, and whose elements (portals and wise hearts!) you'll find I've touched upon. And yes, this hike and place are "real." Click picture to visit.)
Tuesday, February 23, 2010, 02:40 PM PST
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We have so many cool faery artists here... but I don't think I've seen faery music yet? I just spotted Twig's Facebook featuring this Lady though, and thought I'd post it here. Beautiful! I'll pledge a few bucks! ;^)
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