#mesembria

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Here it is. The last note of the reprise, the end of the act, the end of a year. You might imagine you can hear the exhaustion of the last few months, melting into the sound of your friends’ laughter, wrapped up in a chord that shakes the ground. If you could see the faces of the audience, you’d know they were spellbound, brimming eyes dazzled. But the stage lights swallow you in brilliance. And if sound can shine, your voices are blinding. You wish you could sink deeper into it, let that music crash through your veins. You have found yourself in this sound, with these people, and for pulling you from darkness into the lights you have never loved anything more.

It is going to be over. Soon your little family will drift their separate ways.

Knowing this, the moment stretches, it shimmers, it squeezes in your chest, but it does not stay nearly long enough. Before you can get your last look, it’s vanished into the air, and there are tears streaming down your face. A sea of shapes beyond the brilliance surges up, roaring back at you.

You turn from the lights, and your friends are crying too. And holding each other. And laughing, beautifully, brightly. The sound is not over yet.

They pull you in.

[taberecusuflet]

Micii Matematicieni

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THRACE - Mesembria. Circa 2nd century BC. AE Diademed female head right / Athena Promachos standing left, brandishing shield and spear; crested helmet before. SNG BM 285; SNG Stancomb 236.

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What do the tags "mesembria" and "hesperus" mean? (I hope i spelled those right...)

Eos is East, it is the dawn of things, the unformed potential of a day only just begun.  It is beginnings and togetherness and wholeness.  It is friendship, the shared cup, the in-joke.  It is companionship, the warm press of fur, the cold nose, the brush of feathers or scales.  It is family by choice or by birth, protective and true.  What nurtured and protected us in our helplessness and rejoiced with us in our joy.  Eos is in the earliest lovely thing we can remember, and in every moment where something new grows and blooms.

Mesembria is South, the high noon of adventure, of the unlikely and delightful.  It is there in the moments of raucous laughter but also in the grandeur of the view from the mountaintop. It is the living forest, but also the liminal shore. It is often summer, toes in lakes, and the blinding flash of light on the water, but there is room for winter here as well in the pelting of snowballs and adventure on the ice. Mesembria is life, pure and unbridled, reckless, irrepressible, in all its beauty and danger and delight.

Hesperus is West, the direction of sunset and peaceful memories, thoughtful silences, the still moments gently suspended between the treeline and the evening star.  It is autumn smoke and the shadows of family, it is time passing in beautiful golden glory. It is wind, heavy with portent, brushing past us as we thumb through memories with one hand and clasp the fingers of an old friend with the other.  It is the past, but it is also, in some ways, the future, as the horizon may recede or approach depending on where we stand, and where we move.  Hesperus is the ending of things that never end.

Arctos is North, the night, its ancient wind flowing through us, filling us.  It is the void hung with stars, and our smallness before it.  It is also our greatness, our connectedness to every living thing.  It can be lonely, even when shared.  It is knowledge, even if that knowledge is only that of our own glorious insignificance.  It is utter peace, it is the end of struggle, it is purity not in the sense of a thing untouched, but a thing that cannot be worn down by touching. Arctos is the immutable, the eternal, that which creates us and outlasts us and echoes within us.  It is the most holy.  Everything comes back around.

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There is a stream bubbling cheerfully over rocks, with trees on all sides. Dappled shade and sunlight bounce off the water. There is a small waterfall, leading to a wide, shallow place you can wade up to your knees. The water is cool but not too cold. You can climb the hill alongside the waterfall, and slide down it, the rocks are smooth under the water. Birds are chirping. There are no people, just you and the sun and water and trees. Take this memory, and go here whenever you need some peace.

[adokal]

Church of Christ Pantocrator, Nesebar, Bulgaria, 13th-14th c.

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