Yesterday night, I found out my favorite meditation teacher, Thich “Thay” Nhat Hanh who was also an author and poet, had just passed away at age 95. I’d first found him 14 years ago and soon after I wished for a copy of his book Peace is Every Step, and read it fully. Last night…… Continue reading Last Night’s Dream of Thay
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May Days 😉
Last night was a struggle; I said good night to Jesus, told May I’d like to sing for her as soon as I am able…This morning, the sky. My gaze was looking downward awhile, drinking a cup of tea, then singing, suddenly looked up: I sent the sky so many kisses; I didn’t count them…😊😘😘😊…… Continue reading May Days 😉
An Accidental Scene and A Time of Reading
And this is why there are bookends, and more to come; this scene’s all accidental. I’d just looked through that charming row of books (…I have more bookends on the way!), including Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, after I’d just chosen my next book to read, which was Memories: A Story of German Love (1874) by…… Continue reading An Accidental Scene and A Time of Reading
It Could Be Gold or Silver or Green…Or Blush or Frost…
new kitchen towels 🙂☺️ The Year Begins with a Scare Excited to suddenly find recordings on YouTube of Edna St. Vincent Millay reading her poetry aloud herself, I decided to play the one on the blog for my cat Peeko one night since she’s been his favorite poet out of ones he’s heard, and like…… Continue reading It Could Be Gold or Silver or Green…Or Blush or Frost…
Morningtime, Considering Love Made Seen
at sunrise …Let them enjoy my smile, warm with the warmth you’d set within my heart…My willful efforts, my winding uncertainties, and my own voice are really indulging in this silence now: this silence filled with more understanding than space, but the best of them both. —Jade Nicole * May Ziadeh had written… …O my…… Continue reading Morningtime, Considering Love Made Seen
I Adore…
https://youtu.be/YBLsMqUUEyY?autoplay=0&rel=0 Me reading poetry from the book, Hidden Music by Rumi, my own words about the book to follow in this post Jasmine and Jewels ~ recent painting of mine (2021) Dahlia, ‘Fascination’ my favorite flower whose name I just learned. An app identified it and that was first my guess😍Student of Nature I am…🌿…… Continue reading I Adore…
Midnight Christmas Eve, A True Tale of Poetry
light from one candle lights another, how Love makes you happier, has you love more…~Jade “Yes, I am a lady of incendiary destiny,” writes May Ziadeh in her own words in a letter of her lifetime.One day I said quietly in reply in my living room, ”I like you fiery, May; I like you as…… Continue reading Midnight Christmas Eve, A True Tale of Poetry
Merry Christmas!
Peeko knew he was having his Christmas portrait taken and winked both times for the picture…and also covered up the Christmas wreath behind him twice as he wanted just himself front and center on the greeting! Peeko knows he’s an exceptionally fluffy, fine cat who is well-versed in literature and antique poetry and also enjoys…… Continue reading Merry Christmas!
Angels
I painted her dress all new 😊 * My “Dream Flowers” for May Ziadeh, author of Fleurs de Reve * Hidden Music 📕A Christmas Carol 📗 evening… 🧧💕🙏😊🌲 Previously: Hidden Music Three Rumis in a Row Blushing Mornings, Angels, A 246th Yr Birthday Woman, and More
Blushing Mornings, Angels, A 246th Yr Birthday Woman, and More
Tuesday and Wednesday mornings…back to back blush. Did you guess right? Would I choose a new book or one to reread? I chose Northanger Abbey, a novel to reread from many years ago, and I don’t remember the story, but it is delightful, and I’ll read more of it today. Jane Austen completed it in…… Continue reading Blushing Mornings, Angels, A 246th Yr Birthday Woman, and More
Blue Sage
photo Dec. 14, ‘21 I found this bundle of blue sage, not looking for anything in particular while shopping today, and I bought it just to enjoy its scent and display it, as it smells wonderful. I picked the one by the type that made me feel best when I breathed it in, not necessarily…… Continue reading Blue Sage
Little Stories from My Week: Black Book Untold, Your New Project Manager, & A Dream Unremembered…
Black Book Untold You might’ve seen a solid black book appear in some photos in a post. That book was not intentionally kept secret, but I completed the book and here’s a quick review with plenty of suspense for anyone who may want to read a new novel or even hear about one I just…… Continue reading Little Stories from My Week: Black Book Untold, Your New Project Manager, & A Dream Unremembered…
Such a Serenade
Fri., Dec. 10 ’21: featured post as Jupiter, Saturn, Venus, and the Moon all align this evening; I added a little to the end as well. * Dec. 5 ’21 …Sitting in the lamplit little library corner in the night; this sweet red chair for someone small like me from the past and how the…… Continue reading Such a Serenade
A Note for Any Time
This post was originally supposed to be an apology to the world living or dead…it still appears for me and should be that. Please forgive me. I look now toward lighter, tangible things… the whirring fan, the softness of clothing, flowers dressed as themselves with elegance upon a plate on the bookshelf, so many beautiful…… Continue reading A Note for Any Time
My Story Behind “Jasmine and Jewels”
The still life painting, “Jasmine and Jewels” I completed, I’d been working on around the time of the medieval poet, Rumi’s birthday at the end of September from a sketch I’d drawn maybe weeks before. I’d shared a couple of favorite poems Rumi had written near his birthday, Sept. 30th ’21, and the first one…… Continue reading My Story Behind “Jasmine and Jewels”
All These Dream Flowers Displayed on Their Porcelain Plate
It is the day, Dec. 1st, in my calendar; it’s been a month of a book I’ve had holding these newest dream flowers and remaining closed ’til this morning, these flowers found and preserved for author May Ziadeh, with affection, after the title of her first poetry book in French, a new delight of mine…… Continue reading All These Dream Flowers Displayed on Their Porcelain Plate
The Mansion Where May Ziadeh Lived and Her Refrain I’d Heard in My Heart Answered
This is the Ziade Palace where poet and author May Ziadeh lived (b. Feb 1886, d. Oct. 1941) in Lebanon. The green gate lead up to the upper floor of the palace and it was said May had lived on the first floor with the traditional balcony. These recent photos were kindly taken by writer…… Continue reading The Mansion Where May Ziadeh Lived and Her Refrain I’d Heard in My Heart Answered
Unhappy with This Example…I Learn From It…Now
Update Jan. 13 ’22: As a practice I’d like to create new posts rather than amend past ones on the blog, like a newspaper in print, but this post has been on my mind as needing an additional note, and so I will make an exception, not remove anything written, even if I’ve moved now…… Continue reading Unhappy with This Example…I Learn From It…Now
Home Now…My Recent True Tales with Art: Evening News :)
I came back home late afternoon yesterday (Mon.) Peeko this morning, after requesting his read earlier than usual, heard a favorite poem he likes to replay, “The Bean-Stalk” by Edna St. Vincent Millay. He sat like a hen as he listened to it, this photo above snapped just as he reclined relaxed afterwards, and I…… Continue reading Home Now…My Recent True Tales with Art: Evening News 🙂
Rippling On
Peeko looking happy and relaxed since I brought the plants inside this morning, and I could see that they were shivering when I greeted them ready for the day, and thought that they would feel good inside too and can stay indoors at home through the cold. Intuitively smart and appreciative of this nature, he…… Continue reading Rippling On
Blush of Dawn 