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 😉

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…

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

Got On A Boat In A Book I Found, Made Me Laugh Aloud

Let’s just do words, no pictures today. 😊 The new book I began is incredibly good, by the author Ameen Rihani I’d discovered listed as one of the very few of May Ziadeh’s literary colleagues (or of people she knew in general) who had helped get her out of the horrific mental asylum in Lebanon…… Continue reading Got On A Boat In A Book I Found, Made Me Laugh Aloud

Lost and Found: Give You Riddles That Are More Fun Than I Thought

True Life: Light flicked off some moments after while I was inside, no one around, flicks on again bright as usual with my step forward…Now, does that make me invisible or not, or might I be shifting? No wrong answer; it’s not that exciting.😊😉🧚‍♀️🌑But my own photo! In an audio post on May 7, ‘21,…… Continue reading Lost and Found: Give You Riddles That Are More Fun Than I Thought

May’s Letters of Earthly Life Past

Note: Not positive of the diary’s authorship, as two translation sources found not enough to determine. Putting aside for now, ’though references to writing and pen make me think it’s probably from May’s diary. I’ve also added a last writing newfound to me today. (10/23/21) 1920 May Ziadeh to Kahlil Gibran Mai wrote to Jabran…… Continue reading May’s Letters of Earthly Life Past

In 2021, I Just Happened to Find a Dance to Take Us into 1921

Grandma Shirley knew about this free dance gathering with a band, including especially good Swing music, and as she’d practiced ballroom and line dancing before and I hadn’t, I asked her if she wanted to dance to this song.I don’t have dance lesson experience or knew the dances they were doing but it wasn’t a…… Continue reading In 2021, I Just Happened to Find a Dance to Take Us into 1921

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

Morning in Boston, Night in Australia, A Multi-National Online Poetry Reading

It was a memorable poetry reading I co-hosted today ‘From Boston to Oz’ with my long-time poet online friend from Adelaide, Australia, Deb Stewart who had the idea for the event and invited me. 🙏😊 And yes that was a book of hers on my shelf Slow Notes, a beautiful white & green poetry book…… Continue reading Morning in Boston, Night in Australia, A Multi-National Online Poetry Reading

An Unexpected August Adventure, A Fairy Might’ve Just Wandered In

Aug. 4, ‘21 This is a very rich true story and no more length will be added to the blog for a little while. I took the bus late afternoon today to have my eyebrows threaded and on the way I noticed the open door of a small performing arts theater I hadn’t remembered seeing…… Continue reading An Unexpected August Adventure, A Fairy Might’ve Just Wandered In

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

A Very Small Adventure of a Different Type

This sad-looking gaze is me looking with compassion at my strawberry plants 🍓 that look unhappy but still cared for with my watering, weeding, and blessings from me. Com-passion (to be with in suffering or to suffer with.) The neighbor’s apartment construction sounds suddenly getting loud today in my apartment as I’d sat down to…… Continue reading A Very Small Adventure of a Different Type

The Orange-Gold Moon

This was the full moon last night through my window. It was a night I needed to be in the moment rather than writing in retrospect. This moon is in the sign of Aquarius, May Ziadeh’s sun (Feb. 11 1886.) And I see today along with all these wonderful realizations of the earlier post that…… Continue reading The Orange-Gold Moon

Me, The Failed Scientist, Learning

My first wild jasmine flowers brought inside, the first day I set them up in this glass and took this photo. They were flowers of great love. This is a post of mistakes clarified for you with my apologies. I first wrote about my little gardening composting experience with my first strawberry plants and was…… Continue reading Me, The Failed Scientist, Learning

‘So, Are You Italian?’

Kahlil Gibran, 1913 To Reader: An important note added to the end of this post, 5 pm. When I’d first seen a photo of the Lebanese poet and artist Kahlil Gibran some months ago, I immediately thought, ‘But why does he look Italian?’ And today I came across an article which told of how Kahlil…… Continue reading ‘So, Are You Italian?’

Morning-time, Let’s Listen Now, It’s Delicate Yet That’s Why I Love It

I have just made a very important revision to this, my apologies. Another interesting timing happened yesterday as a poet friend shared a photo of herself in a garden in Lebanon that had featured a stone sculpture of Kahlil Gibran and I’d shared a couple of his quotes the same time yesterday. I was happy…… Continue reading Morning-time, Let’s Listen Now, It’s Delicate Yet That’s Why I Love It

Five Quotes from the Past That Feel True Now

I came across these in Google when I was looking for quotes during a moment of rest hours after I’d posted the photo and my words in the first post. There is so much that resonates with me in these in my own life and past. First quotes are by May Ziadeh 💕 When the…… Continue reading Five Quotes from the Past That Feel True Now

What Could Be Done With A Dream, Including A Bad One

I’ve enjoyed thinking about my dreams and finding ways of understanding and appreciating them without demanding meaning from them. I’ve found my own remembered dreams would inspire poems I’d write or fit into ones I’d already started writing. I wrote yesterday of deciding to not watch the movie The Prophet, which features the poet Kahlil…… Continue reading What Could Be Done With A Dream, Including A Bad One

A Picture Perfect Playwright in a Book and An Unexpected Trivia Game

I went to this cafe tonight and I was the only one there looking at all these books or even just any of the books at all. I looked through every one I could reach on my toes. I didn’t end up liking this book too much, although I opened it very, very eagerly in…… Continue reading A Picture Perfect Playwright in a Book and An Unexpected Trivia Game

Letting In The Glow And Then The Moon Too

A WordPress Welcome Since I sailed away from Blogger Thursday night having safely gotten myself on solid ground as that ship was going down, I’d imported my posts to WordPress and left these words: ‘Be well, Blogger and farewell! I will remember our eleven years.’ And I have made a few changes to this blog…… Continue reading Letting In The Glow And Then The Moon Too