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”
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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
An Idea for a Sketch
But first, I’d like a new color scheme for myself, not these two tops together. I restore this photo from yesterday and learn from that. I like each top on its own. (…Maybe I like the tops now? Maybe a necklace.) The eraser doesn’t need anything changed about it, but neither is it pictured in…… Continue reading An Idea for a Sketch
All Day Library Day
After lunch, I packed a bag, my purse, and canteen, and camped out at the library all day (it was a great time!) while construction was being done admirably at the apartment. 🙏💕Peeko’s been having the best time himself at home as he enjoys hands on projects and broadening his skillset. 🐱 I checked on…… Continue reading All Day Library Day
A New Painting in the Making
(That you will hear of, not see in this particular post 🤫😊) I had forgotten to tell you, had only just hinted at…what my new leaf of choice to chew was: it’s parsley! 🌿😊And that discovery was such a relief and refreshment. I like chewing it more than basil and like the taste better for…… Continue reading A New Painting in the Making
A Room for Reading, Tea, the Sky, and Dreaming…
One new photo added Mon., Nov. 22This bedroom in progress has new recent changes shown today as it is becoming its fullest meditative sanctuary. There are books shown on the shelves you’ve not heard of yet and ones I’ve not read yet myself. And personal decorations, such as Dan’s father’s mother, Grammie’s corn husk dolls…… Continue reading A Room for Reading, Tea, the Sky, and Dreaming…
Goodbye, Pride and Prejudice
But not goodbye, dear Jane Austen. I have more books available for me to read now and the fact that these pages were still coming loose as I was reading, coverless and curly binding disintegrating, no matter how tenderly I turned the pages, made actually putting a bookmark in it impossible. I don’t need to…… Continue reading Goodbye, Pride and Prejudice
Pride and Prejudice… Pages Still Setting Free in my Hands
…Checks calendar for today’s date…✔️😅 Time ?🕰☀️⏳…Considers guest: Nah😉 In bedroom library corner, plenty of sky to see through these clean windows by me worthy of highest praise, tea cup from which I’ve just drank, just now empty, now too, pins in place the front pages that may come undone in my hands unexpectedly, ones…… Continue reading Pride and Prejudice… Pages Still Setting Free in my Hands
I Hoped for a Moon Soon to Be Seen as Near as My Window, It Is Here
…I still photoed it a moment outside on the balcony…I don’t feel frustrated as if it should show apart from the tree; it is sweet like that & even a little teasingly. I painted early evening…🎨I found so many new and different colors that complemented each other and could be part of the new painting…… Continue reading I Hoped for a Moon Soon to Be Seen as Near as My Window, It Is Here
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 🙂
A Rightfully Edna’s Moon Celebration
This blog, Blush of Dawn’s ”original re-start up poet,” Edna St. Vincent Millay, Maine, New England-born author, b. Feb. 22, 1892 celebrates a Pisces moon today! (And I, too share this remembered moon.) 🌜 Just in time as the moon will soon move to Aries, I will share a favorite poem of hers from ones…… Continue reading A Rightfully Edna’s Moon Celebration
My Fun Critique of a Novel by Ameen Rihani, First One in English by An Arab-American Author
I often almost forget the Pisces moon in my sign, but last night I glimpsed its sweet glimmering through the slim hallway window, still tall enough for me to see the moon aglow and the rain shimmering darkly around it too, before bed. *~ It is Sunday and I’d received the news yesterday that Britney…… Continue reading My Fun Critique of a Novel by Ameen Rihani, First One in English by An Arab-American Author
Good Morning
I purposely sit nearest the morning sun in a new seat, with a cup, not my porcelain tea cup from home, and with green tea. I am painting a canvas, too…that has the colors and soft, caressing touch of a dream I would give to you as a gift, almost like a leisurely glide through…… Continue reading Good Morning
Building A Bridge
photos & intro note Nov. 7 & 9th, ‘21 مي, It has felt to me that at the time I wrote this post, you were already building your own bridge…of which I did not yet know 🗝and I’d find my way there mid-May… I see you needed not build a bridge…you stepped through the waters amidst…… Continue reading Building A Bridge
7!
a recent photo luxuriously flaunting his longness… Peeko knew it was his birthday today as soon as dawn’s waking, he ran! into the bedroom (instead of walking) as I was awakening and looked up at me with great attention and excitement, and with a hint of baby sweetness, and then he leapt onto the new…… Continue reading 7!
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
And I Hadn’t Gotten To That Part Yet
photo from 7/31/21 Yesterday, after I’d come inside from reading the novel, The Book of Khalid by Ameen Rihani, beneath pine trees near my home in Massachusetts, when I continued reading the novel that evening at home after I’d written about my reading experience in my previous blog post, I got to this part: Well,…… Continue reading And I Hadn’t Gotten To That Part Yet
Reading on My Kindle Beneath Age Old Pines in the Late Afternoon Sun Near Home
I read on my Kindle amidst little scampering sounds…first, of a deer running away into the forest beyond the fence when I arrived on the other side of it; I said quietly, “Would you like to hear a poem?” (waiting)…”I have no weapons.” …And in that forest, too, beyond the fence, as I began to…… Continue reading Reading on My Kindle Beneath Age Old Pines in the Late Afternoon Sun Near Home
Blush of Dawn 