There might have been a small overflow of posts from 10 yrs ago or more come up in your email from the blog this weekend from when I was updating my WordPress plan…These were posts mysteriously restored and not an avalanche of relevant news, my apologies. I wrote this About Me yesterday to share on…… Continue reading Tell Me About You
Tag: free writing
“As If I Had Been the Harp Then and the Hidden Music”
—for Miss May Ziadeh You were close to me last night with your compassion and how you were cherishing me; I felt the feather-soft way your fingers moved through my hair, the shape of your hands familiar and welcome…You placed your face close to mine and whispered in my ear a little while, quick soft…… Continue reading “As If I Had Been the Harp Then and the Hidden Music”
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…as if I’d dreamed the tea cup, but found it first and remembered the dream in my own fancy when I received it and picked it up in my hands and looked… The design is just what I would wish…Green I often turn to and admire, green that feels like new sprouts and grass and…… Continue reading …*
Secrets
*It isn’t always easy to know who will enjoy a certain secret with me or which one they may like. *If someone doesn’t like my secret it isn’t taken away from me then but it may feel like it. *Secrets are always safe in poetry and fiction. *I use the word secret lightly to mean…… Continue reading Secrets
‘Please Forgive Me’—Rumi
I found the book I must’ve opened some months ago that wasn’t at the store last week; it wasn’t there but I see it in my above photo, so I know what to look for…I think it was Rumi: The Book of Love. 🙏💕📖 —Jade …from another book, a poem by Rumi …The miracle-signs: you…… Continue reading ‘Please Forgive Me’—Rumi
A Letter to My Missing Sunglasses
Dear Sunglasses I Lost (Maybe 6 Months Ago), Where did you go? I last saw you near my home—I think I’d put you down by the forest and forgot you there, but I can’t be too sure. The only animal I could think of might’ve taken you was a fox…I’ve never seen a fox, with…… Continue reading A Letter to My Missing Sunglasses
Many a Thing…(A Trip to the Antiques Shop)
Tues. Apr. 12, 2022 photo from Tues., Apr. 5th—“Pants by Peeko 🐱,” a perfectly good hemming this time, Peeko helping on his own when I got the pants ready (just ‘loungewear’, shown in previous post.) He was proud of both the task and his own joke: sitting like this holding the pants in place and…… Continue reading Many a Thing…(A Trip to the Antiques Shop)
On Reading a Novel that Feels Far Away: Being Near to Your Own Feelings, Being an Adventurer
I find that this was a reaction I’d not normally had when reading a novel…and by the end the reaction changes; you’ll see…It’s been helpful for viewing the mind in general without strict expectations: I may read a novel and feel drawn to and lulled by the style of writing, the tranquility and ease of…… Continue reading On Reading a Novel that Feels Far Away: Being Near to Your Own Feelings, Being an Adventurer
The Excitement of Finding Things You Already Had: #1
Well, I decided to find new table mats and to replace the ones I’d burned a little years ago with a frying pan maybe twice and hadn’t picked them out specifically, also saw I wanted more color and softness. These handwoven placemats and this vintage napkin holder I found on Etsy arrived yesterday morning and…… Continue reading The Excitement of Finding Things You Already Had: #1
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m* Type it yes I wush it could be back to look where you need to walk nothing else the crown is not doing what the gleam itself does could not exactly help but no hurt when there is little explanaton in that dream last night the sky was noy in and there was wreck…… Continue reading H
Five Minute Friday: Beautifully Brave
This is my first time participating in Five Minute Friday hosted by The Gypsy Mama. The rules are to write for five minutes without editing or over-thinking your writing. It’s like “finger painting with words.” I wrote this exercise by hand first and then typed it up.***I am brave. I am cowardly. Could it be…… Continue reading Five Minute Friday: Beautifully Brave
A Blush of Dawn Kind of Morning
Reading through old journals and notebooks is my favorite way to reminisce. Here is an excerpt from a “Morning Pages” entry I found in one of my many notebooks:As I sit down to write, the sky is on my mind. The sun is just beginning to rise and transform the sky from pale and rich…… Continue reading A Blush of Dawn Kind of Morning