Mid-morning. You and Carol are going for a walk in the park with you ‘hobbling’ up across the earth dam and back while she takes the regular blacktop course as it is too wet to take the trails. We can work on scene seven today. The dialogue will be among the three women, one of them being Mother in mid-afternoon. Use the entrance-way of your desktop house as the entrance to Mothers. We will begin as they walk on the path between the stone circles and around the right side of the trunk of the tree. Mother will greet them at the entrance-way and the three will walk into the room on the right which will be described from the photo of the room with the wall painting at Pompeii so you might have those photos handy.
Post photos of Entrance and Mother’s room left (both from Pompeii) > You spent time looking for one of the photos you picked up from Flickr and you found the Pompeii site full of photos you might use in description throughout this book and the next.
Below is my photo from Pompeii to be used as entrance to Mother’s:
Below is to be Mother’s first room to the right:on the main hallway, the chapel.
(Taken last Fall I believe, by someone on Flickr. I searched for the photo and the name but so far I have not re-discovered it. Also, taken at Pompeii.)
I did gather a bit of info from Google on Nyx, below. Google and Wikipedia and a variety of other online sources have been invaluable assets.
Nyx in Greek Mythology
“The goddess Nyx was the personification of Night in Greek mythology. One of the best sources for information about this goddess comes from the Theogony of Hesiod. A great many references are made to Nyx in this poem that describes the birth of the Greek gods and goddesses. And the explanation for this is simple - Nyx played an important role in myth as one of the first divine beings to come into existence.
Hesiod states that Night was the daughter of Chaos, which makes her one of the first creatures ever to emerge from the void. This means that Nyx was the sister to some of the oldest deities in Greek myth, including Erebus (Darkness), Gaia (the Earth), and Tartarus (the Underworld). From these primeval powers came the rest of the Greek gods and goddesses. And Nyx was responsible for bearing her share of divine children.
Nyx gave birth to a number of offspring. Some of these children of Night were Eris (Discord or Strife), the Moirai (Fates), Hypnos (Sleep), Nemesis (Retribution), Thanatos (Death), and the Hesperides. While these beings were born from the goddess alone, without a father. . .” (Hesiod, Theogony, 744 ff.)
Getting on mid-afternoon and we have some work to do, orndorff.
Yes. I am ready. Been toying with FB. So many friends, mostly former students, but old friends too. It is a real joy to visit a few each day and see how they are doing and looking at their changing profile photos. Keeps me young.
That it does. Take a short break and we will go at it. Don’t forget to post. – Amorella.
Time for a break. You just completed the paragraph:
Scene 7
Not much traffic appears on the short final leg of North Eleusis Street. Seven to nine flat stones of one to three foot dimensions lay in a somewhat patchy horizontal pattern across the street as it snakes up to a final curve to the right where it ends at the small formal garden ten feet from the massive stone in the circles.
Sophia, with long stringy auburn hair, is dressed in a modest white Greek toga with a long wide blue sash wrapped from the top of her right shoulder down to her left thigh and returning up across her back where it is attached to her right shoulder with a gold pin. Kassandra walks with Sophia, sometimes up on the narrow sidewalk, sometimes on the quiet street depending on the nature of where her feet decide to carry her. Kassandra with dark black hair to her shoulders is dressed in comfortable white trousers while wearing green a low loosely tied vest that plays peek-a-boo with her still well formed Greek breasts. The two women continued ever consciously along and up the slight rise until coming out of the rocky road’s curve where it meets the cul-de-sac and two closer large bluestones at the outer ring.
Shortly the two are on the narrow path winding graciously through the stone ring to its center where the earthy path makes a circle around the great tree. Oddly, neither woman looks up but each continues with her eyes mainly focused on the path under the forty foot tall vast canopy of multi-sized straight and knurled limbs ending narrowly with multitudes of good-sized leaves, an unneeded umbrella for the rings. Some call the singular tree a large green bush or a green toadstool as it does have that an uncanny appearance, if viewed from the right angle and distance.
Sophia glances down at the ruggedly rooted base collar around the tree trunk. One to two inch sized roots gathering down into stony nooks and crannies as it the tree’s rooty hands had the power to grab and pulverize any of the bluestones, no matter what their size, if they so desired to. Wood a master of stone, it seemed an impossible scene but one is never sure when walking in such an unseemingly natural environment. It creates an awkwardness of thought so that the silent passer-by along the way has no idea as to who has power over whom.
Quickly approaching the northern side of the stone ring the two women see the steps and grand porch that lead to the entrance of serene and seemingly austere one story Doric styled home of their singular mitochondrial Eve, known simply as Mother in her company.”
The three classical columns stood parallel to one another along the long main hall to the courtyard. The large one story house had a large public reception room as well as a smaller one, plus two other large public rooms for use when needed, two dining rooms with tables, one public and one semi-private, two front bedrooms and two large back rooms and three extra bedrooms on the other side of the courtyard. Each bedroom had a large boarded bed with legs covered with four or five layers of blankets as well as two rooms for adequate storage of portable furniture, mostly various sized stools, chairs, divans and tables for public social comfort of her children.
This was a last minute invitation. Mother wants to talk. As Mother greets Sophia and Kassandra. Upon entering the unembellished atrium and walking to the right around the impluvium, a shallow dry stone pool to catch the outmoded rainwater. Once beyond the atrium and into the main hall ending at the courtyard Mother quickly leads them to the private chapel on the right.
This ascetic room was surprising unadorned of personal bust or any reference to the Greek Pantheon. The wall are plain and a light chalky coat of antique white with a light blue trimmed marble floor. A table for ten sat in the center and the outer wall was half round and domed with a hole in the ceiling and a low round marble tub below to catch the non-existent rainwater. What surprised Sophia and Kassandra the most about the unused, hitherto unknown room was that it had something the rest of the home or any known home did not have, a ceiling graciously curved and arched.
Mother pulled up a chair on the east side of the table and directed the two women to face her from the west side. The three sat politely and simultaneously.
Sophia glanced to her left and noted the entryway to the chapel had been silently closed. She had not realized the door existed. She suddenly realized that except for the ceiling this room was the size of an average privacy house each of the Dead was accustom to.
Mother lips pursed to within an second of a smile as she said, “Today I have substituted this table for my bed.”
Taken by the scene Kassandra unconsciously responded, “This is a simply the most beautiful tomb I have ever seen.”
“I never sleep,” confessed Mother. She added, “Even in Elysium I do not have the time.” She paused. “I called you both here because earlier I had a surprise visit from Mario.”
“Mother, we did not know of this,” replied Sophia more anxiously than she wished.
“He had questions about the Dead who are not Greek. He demanded to know if I am the Mother of all living human beings, even the Egyptians and Persians and others far away who worship other gods.”
“It does seem strange that we see no references to any gods and goddesses in this room. Most of us have a totem of one kind or another that we have chiseled or carved or found somewhere about in a private place,” said Sophia.
“Mine is a simple wooden cross beneath my bed, my attempt to show attachment to the divine order of the four winds,” cited Kassandra.
“I did not know that, Kassandra,” said Sophia.
“It is private,” she quickly yet rather humbly replied.
“Why did you mention it then?” questioned Mother.
“It seemed important to do so. It is the truth whether it is private or not.”
Mother’s faced opened a genuine smile. “That is why I called you both here this afternoon, to talk about the truth.”
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