Tag: meditate

Tell Me About You

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

Capricious by May Ziadeh

A poem written by May Ziadeh under her pen-name I Copia from her first book of poetry, Flowers of a Dream, Fleurs de Reve (1911), translated by me from the French into English. When I’d come upon this book of poetry of hers online by surprise last May, I’d decided to read just one poem before bed and…… Continue reading Capricious by May Ziadeh

“Love Exists” by Amy Lee (Guy Sigsworth Remix) Began with Italian Lyrics

Since I’d first heard Amy Lee (well-known as the lead singer of Evanescence), I always hoped she would someday do a solo album because I’d loved her voice and enjoyed it much more than the band’s music personally at the time, and then many years later I‘d found she had done a solo album with…… Continue reading “Love Exists” by Amy Lee (Guy Sigsworth Remix) Began with Italian Lyrics

On the Pulse of Morning by Maya Angelou

On the Pulse of Morning by Maya Angelou https://youtu.be/M9nTt2F0Kdc Maya Angelou reading her poem A Rock, A River, A TreeHosts to species long since departed,Marked the mastodon,The dinosaur, who left dried tokensOf their sojourn hereOn our planet floor,Any broad alarm of their hastening doomIs lost in the gloom of dust and ages. But today, the…… Continue reading On the Pulse of Morning by Maya Angelou

A Dream from This…

I begin my dream I will hope to fall into, with the scent of the beach soothing me, surprising, such sweet suntan lotion warmed by the sun by my hands, in a book I’d found, softcover… and step into this photo I took tonight, the simplicity of night, white flowers, like jasmine flowers, the evening…… Continue reading A Dream from This…

Not My Door, But I Got My Classic and My Bright Bookmark

I finished reading Villette by Charlotte Bronte (1853) last night, felt I could remain within its mists even after the book ended, a ponderous read that I feel safe within… I took these photos on the spot yesterday early afternoon walking around after reading, was still in the middle of Villette. 📷 … Not My…… Continue reading Not My Door, But I Got My Classic and My Bright Bookmark

These Hands…

In the post, A Note Found and a Bookmark and A Great First Art Show, I’d found some surprise things inside books, like a handwritten paper, so I decided to make up my own writing prompt with an idea I’d had…Whether you try this imaginary exercise or another, these free writes can be plenty of…… Continue reading These Hands…

“In the Deep, Unexpectant Dark”

In the Deep, Unexpectant Dark for May Ziadeh I cried my tears. I cried your tears on your behalf. I cried in the places where your tears melted and trickled toward mine. I felt your fears and my themes passing through me and on… I looked into your years, and wants, and words. That night,…… Continue reading “In the Deep, Unexpectant Dark”

A Flowing Poem, Picked from an Anthology: “Upon Julia’s Clothes” by Robert Herrick

A poem to enjoy from the second anthology I’d been reading through, The Norton Book of Light Verse edited by Russell Baker. UPON JULIA’S CLOTHES Whereas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, me thinks, how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes! Next, when I cast mine eyes and see The brave vibration each…… Continue reading A Flowing Poem, Picked from an Anthology: “Upon Julia’s Clothes” by Robert Herrick

From the Prose Poetry of Miss May Ziadeh, Chapter “Intimate Pages”

Prose poetry was the form author May Ziadeh was best known for in her own time, and which I myself noticed instantly as I’d read this particular type of poetry of hers how it felt supremely desirable. A few passages I’d like to share from Fleurs de Rêve beginning with the introduction of the prose…… Continue reading From the Prose Poetry of Miss May Ziadeh, Chapter “Intimate Pages”

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)

Spa Time at Home and a Couple of Phrases to Mend

Feb. 11, ’22, needs improvement 🙂 March 22, ’22 I have taken out my newly-written ghazal poem (on my laptop) ‘tho I’d first thought it might still be too hot to my touch but it wasn’t and was ready to read. Reading it aloud I can see it is almost complete, but just one line…… Continue reading Spa Time at Home and a Couple of Phrases to Mend

The Sun in My Cup, Draw What You See, A Morning of a Little Creativity

There’s the sun in my cup of green-oolong tea…😊☕️This is a new one I’d tried and I am glad I remembered how much I love green-oolongs; this one’s called Ali Shan. I really like Ti Kuan Yin green-oolong and Golden Flower. I gave myself an assignment with my sketchbook—Pick something, place yourself somewhere (seated or…… Continue reading The Sun in My Cup, Draw What You See, A Morning of a Little Creativity

Happy Birthday, Edna St. Vincent Millay, 130 yrs!

Here’s a poem Edna St. Vincent Millay (b. 1892) wrote…from her book Collected Poems called “To Elinor Wylie.” It’s a series poem containing sections (six), full of sonnet and one in the middle. I read it aloud in the morning fog today on Edna’s birthday Feb. 22, 130 yrs earth. This sky of rose was…… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Edna St. Vincent Millay, 130 yrs!

Evening Sky, Art of The Cat Shown to the Cat, Early Birthday Gift, A Sonnet Sent Off

First, the sky: and then… …Home design day!…many small changes for peace and beauty… I found an artwork the animal🐱shelter had made spontaneously of Peeko with a donation to the shelter (and he was from that shelter too)…He didn’t know what to make of it at first—was like 😯 when I brought it out to…… Continue reading Evening Sky, Art of The Cat Shown to the Cat, Early Birthday Gift, A Sonnet Sent Off

The Sky Full of Blush with a Very Golden Moon

We had a silent literary salon today—we looked at the sky: through the window, I noticed just how the two pines are entwined and that there are three different greens, one much like the very feathery white-green of winter, and we read📕O Pioneers! by Willa Cather. That’s the evening sky above, with sufficient blush, and…… Continue reading The Sky Full of Blush with a Very Golden Moon

Gifts…and Cravings

…A Gift the Day After May’s Birthday I loved the very blushing sky this morning—thank you…😊💖 I wasn’t expecting such a gift…🥰😊 * Willa Cather Craving I was ready to choose a next book to read and suddenly I felt I needed to read Willa Cather, although I don’t know anything about the author personally,…… Continue reading Gifts…and Cravings

Last Night’s Dream of Thay

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