catholic – Blush of Dawn

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

A Sweet, Refreshing Beginning…

The literary salon begins with some blush… Yesterday afternoon, ‘Rumi’ black tea in a glass with a splash of almond milk. Autumn begins tomorrow…🍂😊 I send you my morning wishes and return to the salon with a cup of green tea and glimpsing the sky between sips as its colors lighten and merge… * Today…… Continue reading A Sweet, Refreshing Beginning…

A Blush for the Dawn to Match A Poem Later On

A blush in the sky through the pines… my poem comes to mind…I let this dawn blush and the feeling of my poem without reading it now, touch my face softly as if with delicate fingers… the paper’s folded ‘til later on…The moon’s in Pisces now and I smile because this time, even if almost,…… Continue reading A Blush for the Dawn to Match A Poem Later On

The Literary Salon Goes On

A snapshot from Tuesday I said to Peeko, ”Make your literary salon face!” (snaps photo).The Tuesday literary salon is still May Ziadeh’s, not my own, that she hosted in Cairo and had to stop hosting unfairly in 1930, due to the law then with her parents dying and being an unmarried woman, but now it’s…… Continue reading The Literary Salon Goes On

Poem: A Spell May Fail, But A Prayer May Find Its Desire In Being Said At All

I wrote this poem last night, Tuesday and finished it this morning. I hadn’t picked a traditional form to try to write in, but some end line repetitions and couplets with some internal rhyme reminded me of a ghazal poem. A Spell May Fail, But A Prayer May Find Its Desire In Being Said At…… Continue reading Poem: A Spell May Fail, But A Prayer May Find Its Desire In Being Said At All

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

For A Poet Born A Hundred Years Before My Birthday

2021 Dear May, Reading your poem, I felt your joy touch me. Wondering about who you were, I felt my own joy breezing toward me. Wishing to love you well, my joy returned. Loving me so concretely—your joy completes me. I find you so well and happy, so much a part of heaven, and you…… Continue reading For A Poet Born A Hundred Years Before My Birthday

Letters of Earthly Life Past

1920 May Ziadeh to Kahlil Gibran Mai wrote to Jabran a letter of gentle admonition: When I was sitting to write, I used to forget who you are and where you are, and I often forget that there is a man to talk to as you, so I often talk to you as I speak…… Continue reading Letters of Earthly Life Past

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

The Little Pieces of Wisdom I Treasure Which May Be Made of Tissue Paper

Why would I need great wealth when the library is so much fun? Let me have a few clothes hangers to detangle after a just neatened closet wardrobe. Let me find the empty clothes hangers taking up extra room one by one, and then set them apart one by one, and close the door…go out…… Continue reading The Little Pieces of Wisdom I Treasure Which May Be Made of Tissue Paper

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

The Lost Girl

Good afternoon, I didn’t know if I would really go away. 😊But I did. And I am back now to tell you about a novel I’ve completed that I’d mentioned before I left, The Lost Girl by D.H. Lawrence, and I won’t spoil plot or suspense for readers. I’d just recently found the novel in…… Continue reading The Lost Girl

A Little Joy To Share and What’s Made Me Smile

The blush of dawn has been put back into the blog as you’d maybe seen. And the moon had been in many posts and is in the dawn now too as you can see, also yesterday, other side of sky. * I found that my cat Peeko’s dry food wasn’t right that I’d been getting…… Continue reading A Little Joy To Share and What’s Made Me Smile

After Pistachio, A Silent Film

I now present you with my silent film, in the moment written, directed & starred by me—‘After Pistachio.’ And you can mute it if you wish for extra peacefulness. 😊 https://videopress.com/v/Qj42S561?resizeToParent=true&preloadContent=metadata 🙏😊💗

The Queen’s Full Moon…From a Fairy of the East Coast to Bring Some Fun When a Storm’s A’Coming

Morning note included Science Experiment Conclusion: My hypothesis was wrong; it actually is harder to hold a strength pose while someone’s yelling obscene insults, even if it’s just Nicki Minaj artistically in a song. (Glad for the wall 😊)But I can still practice seated poses and relaxation in the meanwhile, ‘tho other songs of hers…… Continue reading The Queen’s Full Moon…From a Fairy of the East Coast to Bring Some Fun When a Storm’s A’Coming

Introducing My Mom, Joanie Rose

These are photos of her from these recent months. You might have met my mom first in my poetry—No, she wasn’t the mom in ‘A Daughter Says’ in Moonflower (2018), that poem’s situation was fictional, but she was very featured in ‘Renaissance’, the opening poem in my latest poetry book, published this Mar. 2021 A…… Continue reading Introducing My Mom, Joanie Rose

Clouds and a Light Drizzle, Some Small Finds Upon the Grass

I found this so lone and bright upon the grass as I was out for an afternoon walk listening to music and light raindrops landing on my hair, the branch in my hand blowing softly in the wind. It was a strange thing to be able to just pick up something off the ground so…… Continue reading Clouds and a Light Drizzle, Some Small Finds Upon the Grass

It’s Tuesday: Get Your Coffee Cup

Well, it’s Wednesday now…but it wasn’t yesterday, when I was writing this. 😊 Today is Tuesday and I realize it would’ve been the day of May Ziadeh’s literary salon in Cairo which began in 1912. The sky was blushing this morning a moment after I woke as you can see in the first photo and…… Continue reading It’s Tuesday: Get Your Coffee Cup

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 Very Good Secret

I found a garden, but it was a secret. 🤫😊🗝 ‘You see this pine tree so ‘small in stature’ that I can almost reach its top? It’s pitiful isn’t it, Bibtee?’ ☺️🧚‍♂️ 💙 * * * I cooked this dinner tonight…a recipe had appeared right up top as I was pressing publish on my ‘toppled…… Continue reading A Very Good Secret