Undine Returns to Sea

Undine
by Micha F. Lindemans
In Teutonic folklore, undines are female water-spirits who like to associate with humans. They often join villagers in their dances and merry-making. An undine was created without a soul, but by marrying a mortal and bearing him a child she obtained a soul and with it all the pains and penalties of the human race.

She is the subject of the tale Undine (1811) by Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué. The word was invented by the medieval scholar Paracelsus.
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fruit of the underworld, said Princess Haiku...

The fruit of the pomegranate, said princess Haiku is for those who wish to explore the riches of the unconsciousness and the underworld.

Will you have a taste?


“Myth is the primordial language natural to psychic processes, and
no intellectual formulation comes anywhere near the richness and expressiveness of mythical imagery.”

Carl Jung

following Lotus, into oblivion

It is the time of the year when we follow night to the edge. Nothing lies before us but solstice darkness and plaintive chords of oblivion. It was Lotusgreen, who told Princess Haiku, to search for Astor Piazzolla.

She found him by Moon light?

Blue Tea's meme leads to urban flute practice

Bluewyvern, at one of my favorite blogs; Blue Tea tagged me with this meme some time ago and finally I am catching up with my blogging. Here goes and the meme is as described in her words.

"Just for kicks, let's make this a meme, with rules and tagging and all that. (My first!) Rules: Devise a list of 5-10 courses you would take to fix your life. It's more fun to be in classes with friends, so include one class from the person who tagged you that you'd also like to take. Tag five."


1) The first course or lessons would involve what I have been doing for some time; taking flute lessons. My urban flute practice has been going rather well lately I am glad to report. That isn't always true. The last year of lessons has been stormy and a few times I was tempted to leave it behind. However, music enhances my life and heart in a way that nothing else does. I would bring my friend Bluewyvern to flute class with me as I think this urbane, artistic, internet explorer would be up for the challenge.

2) I would take a French class as I already know a little and I read somewhere that studying a new language is a way to keep your brain conditioned.

3) I would take surfing lessons. Well, that is a reach for a bookworm such as myself but I think it would help me develop physical strength, courage and be a dazzling experience.

4) I would take an art history course so that I could make informed comments on my friend Moon River's blog. Where is that elusive moon by the way?

5) I would take a course(s) that my blog readers think what be beneficial. What class do you want to take with a blog buddy?


I am going to tag some bloggers that I know are life long learners and although a few of them are on sabbatical; soon enough they will return. Don't we all?


Catch the Tag if you will....

Necessary Skills:

Digital Flower Pictures

Tangled Up In L'heure Bleue

Diary From England

Herbal Connection

Altered States

Christy's Coffee Break

Everywhere I walked, luminous red poppies waved in the wind

It was an ordinary day, said Princess Haiku. I had finished my flute lesson and suddenly, this dazzling red swept me off my feet.

in the small forest, flute music...

Urban Flute Tuesday continued. When I arrived for my lesson streams of gorgeous music from the silver flute of my teacher greeted me. The notes of music curled like tendrils of smoke, rising into the air and vanishing above the tips of the small trees growing in the garden. I am sure the trees love this music as much as I do. I am not certain how they feel about my efforts but I persevere as music gives me a feeling of spiritual centering I don't achieve any other way. In other words it's my practice...

The little trees had stories to tell

These little trees grow in the garden of the music studio where I have flute lessons. They have been growing for a lot time, watered by sun, music, clouds and dreams. Princess Haiku, they said to me as I inhaled the breath of their age. We have stories to tell, and blooms that belong to the far past as well as...

Off to a Flute Lesson

I am off to a flute lesson in Berkeley and leaving some red poppies behind. Do you think they are dreaming?

Urban Flute: the Dark Night breaks

My "Dark Night of the Flute" appears to be over for now and has broken into a cloudy day with splotches of silver fog everywhere. I found a flute player on youTube playing the Pachelbel Canon in D by Johann Pachelbel. This is one of his best known works and is deceptively simple; it sounds only as good as you do. Even though I have come down with a bad cold my spirits have lifted and I managed to trill through the coughs. The days that seem the worst often aren't. What else will this silver flute teach me, asked Princess Haiku? My thanks to the anonymous flute player.... The young girl in the photo is Bianca Garcia playing at Tanglewood Institute.

The Dark Night of the Flute

In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, (1936)


I woke up at three o'clock yesterday morning and that isn't meant as poetic commentary. It's the truth, for insomnia follows me at times as relentlessly as dawn follows night. Aurore goddess of the Dawn, approaches me after a sleepless night like a solar flare streaking through the window and straight into the cornea of blue eyes.

Princess Haiku, you inquire, how can a ghost possibly be an insomniac? I reply, who ever said that ghosts don't sleep? People have certain assumptions about shades and spectral beings that are unrealistic. Ask me and I will tell you that at times, it as difficult for a ghost to follow the great Z as anyone else.

So, back to my story. I woke up on the night of the dead moon at three o'clock wanting to play my flute. However, as an urban flute player I know that is a potentially life threatening desire.

Flute playing was once a tranquil sea for my spirit and has now become a haunted, turbulent seascape. I almost want to escape its inexorable demands. A Princess Haiku with no flute? Impossible. A flute playing insomniac ghost with a case of melodic ambivalence? "This experience money just can't buy!"

Do you think this is about deviantArt? It just might be.

Urban Flute Practice

I have been less than diligent with flute practice lately and so it is time for SCALES! Rather than subject you to that sound, I am leaving a clip behind of a talented young flute player; fifteen year old Silke. I will be playing a continual zoom zoom of scales in the virtual background. If you hear a large crash it will be my neighbor pounding on my door. Urban flute practice is not for the faint hearted and not without its perils.