Tag: art

Unfolding The Way With Sky Blushes, A Falling Book, And A Suddenly Seen Keurig Machine

The morning sky today easily put some blush upon my face too. 😊🙏 Windows I’d 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 glass… And there was another…… Continue reading Unfolding The Way With Sky Blushes, A Falling Book, And A Suddenly Seen Keurig Machine

Felt the Nudge of Intuition and Looked On To Find Some Great Discoveries in My Life

This is a photo of the Italian composer Boccherini and part of my Chamber Classical Music Playlist and Music for May. I was delighted to see we share a birthday on February 19! But his is 1743. I loved his chamber music (music for a small room) like his flute quintets, and that is a…… Continue reading Felt the Nudge of Intuition and Looked On To Find Some Great Discoveries in My Life

Starting The Week with A Heart Back Intact and Plenty of Soulful Imaginings

Hearing my audio poems; sometimes he’s a very fluffy bunny, and sometimes a slightly violent teddybear. Peeko’s Moon and a Pulitzer Prize Winning Author, Truly Wise Book of Poems Over the weekend, Peeko sat by the book The Moon Before Morning like ’Read me more of these poems; it’s my moon!’ He is a Scorpio.…… Continue reading Starting The Week with A Heart Back Intact and Plenty of Soulful Imaginings

September Eighth, Safekeepings

Tues., Sept. 7 ‘21 My calendar showed me it was time to open the book with the snow-flowers and the rose, as I’d learned that flowers preserve more easily if the book that holds them is kept closed ‘til it’s time. The snow-flowers were like a mysterious gift taken off the stems at their fullness…… Continue reading September Eighth, Safekeepings

A Peek into My Day Without A Key or Surveillance Camera

Last chance library trip, success! I had the quick idea to go to the library for some poetry and novels to take off the shelf that hour Friday afternoon, and as I got to the library I saw a sign on the door that they’d be closed on the weekend and Monday for Labor Day,…… Continue reading A Peek into My Day Without A Key or Surveillance Camera

A Real Rest Begins…After These Photos

Let the rest for readers (and me) begin at last… But first, a few more from my photo series, ‘Not My Door.’ Not My Door But I Got My Keys Not My Door But I Got Here Anyway 🧚‍♀️ Not My Door But I Brought You My Junk Mail 😊🙏🧚‍♀️ 1…2…3…Watch me go! Be Back…… Continue reading A Real Rest Begins…After These Photos

A Capricorn Moon upon Gibran

Yesterday’s middle post, ‘Clouds and a Light Drizzle…’ linked at the end, has now been fixed to show featured image. I don’t think Gibran has had an actual moon on the blog, and unplanned by me the Lebanese Pitas were requested again, and I cooked the dinner again falling on the Capricorn moon of Gibran’s…… Continue reading A Capricorn Moon upon Gibran

Looking Up into Heaven, Not Leaving Yourself Behind

an artwork I’d come across last year * Tea with God and many and you. 🙂 🎶 A song for today’s Catholic Feast Day: The Assumption of Mary into Heaven, with elaborate layers of prayerful lyrics, harmony, dynamics, and meditative, acoustic instrumentation. I find myself moved too, calmly and as if in a time, lifting…… Continue reading Looking Up into Heaven, Not Leaving Yourself Behind

A Morning So New

Here in my new spot to sit with tea in the living room on a morning with sun—tilt the chair beside the window, set down the cup upon the tea towel on the side table and be in the light. It’s a very sleepy morning, but a beautiful one anyway. The sky, how it looked…… Continue reading A Morning So New

A Photo Walk Inside

And the rest for readers will begin now… Hi and welcome 😊🙏. A saltwater floral candle lit on the mantle, a ‘vintage’ Target purchase—most candles last a long time as I don’t light mine so long that it destroys the senses when you were truly just hoping for some soothing relaxation. Subtly beach antique without…… Continue reading A Photo Walk Inside

A Short Story by May Ziadeh Read Today

Feel free to scroll down to the short story in bold. Somehow I’d been looking at old posts and happened to come across a post in which I’d shared an article in a periodical I’d found written by May Ziadeh as I was moving through translating her first book of poems, Flowers of a Dream.…… Continue reading A Short Story by May Ziadeh Read Today

Blush and Plenty of It

The sky was azure blue when I woke and I said good morning. I sometimes practice saying ‘May’, with emphasis on the y accent for fun as I can spell a word now in a new language, her name: مي. She painted the sky just then with plenty of blush (I know in heaven a…… Continue reading Blush and Plenty of It

My Pencil Tracing Up and On

/.≥≥≥≥≥≥≥≥≥≥.//////////////; My cat Peeko typed the above and is now standing proudly and accomplished. It was exciting to see that I had found some forgotten sketches in this forgotten Van Gogh blank book. Yesterday I sketched the beginning of the painting I wish to paint next and will add to it next time as what…… Continue reading My Pencil Tracing Up and On

The First Painted Fiction I Read and A Paintbrush to Hold

* Sometime in the night I opened my eyes a moment to a very big golden moon and so bright, better than the dreams I had that I don’t remember. The moon will be full in Capricorn and it is called the Strawberry moon among other names. And now onto the book review… I hadn’t…… Continue reading The First Painted Fiction I Read and A Paintbrush to Hold

I Tapped Closed ‘Flowers of a Dream,’ My Heart Within It

This is so beautiful, thank you. It makes me think I might paint some of your skies onto my canvas and with gratitude towards you! I would share this happiness.Last night, I finished collecting all of the poems of Flowers of a Dream by May Ziadeh in English and then I read through them all,…… Continue reading I Tapped Closed ‘Flowers of a Dream,’ My Heart Within It

Dream Flowers and A Pen in My Hand

I am making a book of poems I’ve read in Dream Flowers  by May Ziadeh. I felt I’d like to draw some flowers and clouds and mist. * It is her  first book  of poems published under the penname, Isis Copia You beautiful Silver Wing Thrilling life, your name, Little child? “My name is Lilie…… Continue reading Dream Flowers and A Pen in My Hand

A Pendant With A Painting

 I came across this pendant among many others; I was looking for one with a painting I could relate to most and I chose this one. I see three bodies of water, an elaborate sun, and a small tree in the center, a tree that is content to be living.