I was in a bar, my bar. Singing & dancing with many happy people. Each one embraced me. Danced with me. Sang with me. I danced and sang around the room greeting each new person, they were strangers but we embraced like long lost friends. Laughing, singing, dancing. It went on forever. So many happy people to meet. We were all so high on life no drink or drugs needed.
I danced & danced. Bliss. Love. Connection.
I kept meeting all new people but they were old friends. An Irish woman came to me. I was so glad to see her. Older. Gorgeous. Her voice was delightful, like home. She came to me we started singing a song called Tulula. She told me it was an old Irish song about a wild woman who rode the wind. As we sang and danced we were scooped up by a strong wind and started being pushed forward screaming and laughing. The wind was so powerful I thought “I should be scared” but I felt nothing but joy. Another woman joined us. We floated away with the wind so joyful. the Irish woman said to me “Wild women like us were born to ride the wind. Come, we’ve got you.”
I awoke. Feeling of being embraced by wings. In my head. I heard ” we’ve got you” & I had the deepest feeling that I just partied with my spirit guides.
I felt joy. Bliss. Love. Support. Connection. Truth free.
We were born to ride the wind!
I laid awake feeling such amazing bliss that I had to get up and write my dream down. I never wanted to lose this feeling/memory.
Afterwards I went outside. There was a fox calling in the distance and a strange glow in the night sky. It was a beautiful evening.
I came back to bed so stimulated that I couldn’t sleep so I did a gratitude yoga nidra to complete my blissful feeling.
I then searched the meaning of Tulula and looked for the song.
Talula
Said you had a double tongue
Balancing cake and bread
Say goodbye to a glitter girl
Talula
You don’t want to lose her
She must be worth losing
If it is worth something
Talula
Talula
She’s brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose
Your little Fig Newton
Ran into the Henchman who severed
Anne Boleyn
He did it right quickly a merciful man
She said one plus one is two
But Henry said that it was three
So it was
Here I am
Talula
I don’t want to lose it
It must be worth losing
If it is worth something
Talula
Talula
She’s brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose
Your little Fig Newton
Do you know what I have done
Mary M weaving on said
What you want is in the blood Senators
I got Big Bird on the fishing line
With a bit of a shout a bit of a shout
A bit of an angry snout
He’s my favourite hooker of the whole bunch
And I know about his only Bride
And how the Russians die on the ice
I got my rape hat on
Honey but I always could accessorise
And I never cared too much for the money
But I know right now
That it’s in God’s hands
But I don’t know who the Father is
Talula
I don’t want to lose him
He must be worth losing
If it is worth something
Talula
Talula
He’s brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose
Your little Fig Newton
Meaning of the name Talulla
This name has two different origins: 1) From the Native American (Muskogean, Choctaw), meaning “leaping waters”, from a river and a waterfall in Georgia, and may actually mean “town” in the Muskogean-Creek language. 2) From the Irish Gaelic “Tuilelaith” composed of “tuil > tuile (flood, deluge) plus “flaith” (powerful family, high nobility, princess), translated with the folk meaning “princess of abundance”. The name and all its variants are not attributable to a precise etymology and so could have a double origin.
I have an angel statue holding a bowl picked out to stand outside my studio. When I saw her I had the idea that I would have worry stones and sharpies in the studio and people could write their worries on the stones and leave them at the door with the angel. It has been running around in my mind that I would like to name the angel since I found her and I have tried many that didn’t stick. Her name just came to me in a dream! Tululla. Leave your worries outside with Tululla.
The Captured Goddess
Over the housetops,
Above the rotating chimney-pots,
I have seen a shiver of amethyst,
And blue and cinnamon have flickered
A moment,
At the far end of a dusty street.
Through sheeted rain
Has come a lustre of crimson,
And I have watched moonbeams
Hushed by a film of palest green.
It was her wings,
Goddess!
Who stepped over the clouds,
And laid her rainbow feathers
Aslant on the currents of the air.
I followed her for long,
With gazing eyes and stumbling feet.
I cared not where she led me,
My eyes were full of colours:
Saffrons, rubies, the yellows of beryls,
And the indigo-blue of quartz;
Flights of rose, layers of chrysoprase,
Points of orange, spirals of vermilion,
The spotted gold of tiger-lily petals,
The loud pink of bursting hydrangeas.
I followed,
And watched for the flashing of her wings.
In the city I found her,
The narrow-streeted city.
In the market-place I came upon her,
Bound and trembling.
Her fluted wings were fastened to her sides with cords,
She was naked and cold,
For that day the wind blew
Without sunshine.
Men chaffered for her,
They bargained in silver and gold,
In copper, in wheat,
And called their bids across the market-place.
The Goddess wept.
Hiding my face I fled,
And the grey wind hissed behind me,
Along the narrow streets.