The morning sky today easily put some blush upon my face too. šš
Windows Iād just cleaned yesterday on both sides, including the glass door, and yes, my plants are looking more alive again, was excited to wake up today and see what the view would be through such clear glassā¦
And there was another thrill in the sky as you seeššš
On the table lies the book Frankenstein by Mary Shelley I found at the Common free book cabinet the day Iād announced in an audio post that I was hoping to read May Ziadehās poetry book and was saddened I couldnāt find itā¦And in Mayās book I would find later on that sheād written a poignant line about the author Maryās husband, Percy Shelley:
āShelley was reduced to ashes after his death; except his heart was kept cold and intact.ā
At the famous salon May hosted, 1700s and 1800s literature wouldāve been discussed, like this one from 1818.
The next morning after I found Frankenstein at the free cabinet, the book came sailing down off my top bookshelf and spooked me delightfullyā¦wondered months laterā¦that it felt like May was throwing books at me before I knew her! And also put me in a very happy and loving, true life ghost story of my own!
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Looks like someoneās born in Naples, Italy in this book tooā¦and then enter some significant Arabian women characters. An invigoratingly philosophical read overall; I am well into the book nearing the end and happy with its reflective style and propositions, even if itās a tiny bit repetitious with lines of the creature. š I need to work on amending my own repetitious talk at times.
Iām also enjoying my wish heard of an Eastern, Western, or Central European setting or art to appreciate on this blog, as this book by Mary Shelley features Germanyā¦and the Alps! I was hoping for the Alps, with some Switzerland.
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May is great at sequentially planning things for my own learning in personal goodness and consideration, strength of passions, and individuality, and she may step back when something needs improving for my own sake (rare and never condescendingly)ā¦so I may find heavenās path and walk toward itā¦on earth, of course.
And this is all with affection: she is fully her highest heaven self and soul and my heart has also been set by me with genuine love. And I have a better understanding of God to talk about larger issues with God in a way that feels like warmer, closer company, still from the earth, through what Iāve felt within in our friendship and found of Jesus within her words and poems.
Sheās done a lot of good with the blog too, Blush of May?š š, with art picks, painted skies, and also soothing me before sleep because with rest comes meaningful art.
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Today Iāve been working through setting up for teaching outdoor yoga with technical business points to resolve and have things ready for that day.šš§āāļø
I walked into that common room where I live and noticed a Keurig with hot cocoa. Iāve drank from a modern day machine like this but not tried it myself. The Keurig said, Please lift, and I lifted the cup, but nothing. So I lifted the bottom metal tray with the empty cup, but nothing happened. Then I realized it wanted me to lift the actual lever where Iād put the K-Cup, and I stepped backā¦
š§āāļøšHot cocoa and book readingā¦but Iād been happy to go home too and have my old-fashioned loose leaf tea; I also like my hot cocoa with a scoop of pure cocoa powder and with warm almond milk, these very natural, refreshing, delicious warm drinks with my own measuring and lingering, looking through the window like the sky is a surprise presentā¦š„²šš¢š
I have wondered if Wallace Stevens was able to walk around safely after writing his āBlackbirdā poemā¦and then I wonder no moreā¦
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Mentioned in this post: I Found Another Little Adventure
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens āš¤«š¤
