I pray before a round, empty altar. I stay here this way awhile and I like it. It does not feel lacking at all but is full of everything divine and wonderful and sad and vibrant and unknown to me, and I don’t take everything away, a cup of rose tea rests on the zafu…… Continue reading Drifting In, My Dream
blue angel by the tree branch last night, a satisfying slant.blue angel came inside to read with me.from the book’s introduction, i learned it will tell me the myth about “the sea above the sky.” that is so exciting i can feel the excitement in my belly and will share that part when i get up to…… Continue reading Someone Thought There Could Be Another Sea Up High
I will be told about the sky by this. I will fully start this soon and will share interesting parts.
oh it’s morning and a yoga moodstrengthening through standing and stretching my wrists*soundtrackColin – Slowly
I will spin around with as much space as there is. I will spin again. I will raise my arms and open my hands as a flower opening in moonlight. I will open my arms wider to send this all outward and I will lift my arms and my palms will touch. In pants, or…… Continue reading It’s True, Sometimes I Spin
It is snowing nowI woke in the night, my eyes still closed I saw the hint of a small spark of white light on the other side, my eyes opened just then, and then they closed again, asleep again, I saw my face then, the way I looked that day, same clothes I had taken…… Continue reading Letters Strewn In A Dream
Nearly full.I love what I love and that is how it is and how it’s been.Jai Jagdeesh – She Kissed Me
I noticed my hair looked a kind of way after I put it up so I thought hm, an old fashioned look, I think some past poets wore their hair like this. And then I thought, “Maybe Edna, let me check.”She has some certain way of putting her hair up, but similar idea.Edna St. Vincent…… Continue reading February Poets From Different Times
This Is A Gala Appleso you know
it is the breeze is ita breath out i slipped out of the pose put me backit is the breeze is itit is sweet i know itwell I’m not actually levitating!Sunlit YogaIf you fall out of a pose, you can come into a new one. This is a video demonstration of that, even if I didn’t…… Continue reading Sunlight and The Not Too Cold Breeze
mind’s been on and on yoga in the moonlight
The poetry book I’ve been working on each day now is really getting there. Upload then, upload now, upload again, a different maintenance man looking at the same new dryer leaves, upload again, upload again, and yes, I see that, you last italic. * when a book falls it falls open. i want what i…… Continue reading P.S.
this was not unbearably glossy but good, it is uncommon you would say, if i gave you the word, as if that had not always been. i am half from a time past, found myself roaming in 1200, and then again in 1920, and i am here in 2021, boldly and softly. the first two…… Continue reading The World Is Still Open
Hm, I think I shall call this…“Portrait of the Cat in Afternoon Light” After a morning of hearing poetry and formulating his critique of them.*And now…The Cat Who Loves The Sunrise
The previous post today, “What An Angel Can Do.”**My words are hushed now with this moon and sky and no, i am not perfectly happy.
Today’s first post was “Sun, I Had No Say In It” with a poem by Amy Lowell read aloud.Last night, the scent of something just lit was subtly there in the room before sleep—the windows face the fenced out woods, there was no fire out there and no one on the balcony—maybe an angel can…… Continue reading What An Angel Can Do
A bright morning here reading the late 1800s born Massachusetts poet, Amy Lowell, sun so bright it lit up my face without my say in the matter. I imagine this was a dimly lit evening dinner party:The Dinner Party by Amy Lowell
A great stormy…starlit…cloudy sky…oceanside song, “Deep Blue” featuring the singer-songwriter, Lisa Hannigan I have mentioned. I took a double take when I saw the moon through the window; it has been awhile, and then it retreated again behind a soft cloud.(I also want to mention this blog is searchable if you want to find posts with…… Continue reading “Deep Blue”
After all the work I did (while seated) on my poetry book yesterday, I welcome yoga today.This pose is called “Compass,” a new one I am practicing. I have a ways to go. Yet it is still good like this.I am sharing a few more joyful things here:Three More JoysSee you again soon 🙂
Last post to call it a night. I just wanted to share some happy things in between cooking and waiting for some food to steam.The Little Joys Tonight Last night, before bed, my lamp turned back on again. Hey, Rumi, maybe I have an angel here too?