Good morning, the sun is warm to bathe in, the air is cool, the scent of coffee made by a neighbor drifts in the air and the bird calls are so quick, until one bird sings longer, more loudly, and complexly; the coffee aroma drifts near, drifts away, wind in the trees. My eyes are…… Continue reading Pick Your Dream to Slip Within
This is so beautiful, thank you. It makes me think I might paint some of your skies onto my canvas and with gratitude towards you! I would share this happiness.Last night, I finished collecting all of the poems of Flowers of a Dream by May Ziadeh in English and then I read through them all,…… Continue reading I Tapped Closed ‘Flowers of a Dream,’ My Heart Within It
Last night as I had just sat down to read awhile before bed, in the corner of my eye, I saw the color and sheen of the sky and stood. Such lovely gold in the center surrounded by rose and blue. I think I know who painted that. I thought, the rose is my favorite…… Continue reading This Saturday Morning—Welcome, Why Not Step Inside
https://youtu.be/mGH19_KjWY0 🎶A song I discovered today.💃🔥 I’d first heard of the singer from her book of poetry mentioned recently, wrote it down to read, and then recognized her name when her music came up. She was born in NYC 🗽like me and another ‘86.
I woke up and looked up. Another sky that was painted just how I’d request it if I’d been asked that today. I had teased in an audio post (scroll to the bottom of this pg to choose a post tag) I’d named this blog, Blush of Dawn and then had been non-stop talking about…… Continue reading I Woke Up and Looked Up
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
I stepped inside the bedroom with my glossy blue paper box designed with silhouettes of some elegant people and around them an ornate golden border. Inside the box, I store the only two surviving handwritten journals of mine, one from a few years gone that was very hard to read but is fine to be…… Continue reading My Full Moon Party for the Flower Moon