light from one candle lights another, how Love makes you happier, has you love more…~Jade “Yes, I am a lady of incendiary destiny,” writes May Ziadeh in her own words in a letter of her lifetime.One day I said quietly in reply in my living room, ”I like you fiery, May; I like you as…… Continue reading Midnight Christmas Eve, A True Tale of Poetry
Tag: my mystical experiences
Unfolding The Way With Sky Blushes, A Falling Book, And A Suddenly Seen Keurig Machine
The morning sky today easily put some blush upon my face too. 😊🙏 Windows I’d just cleaned yesterday on both sides, including the glass door, and yes, my plants are looking more alive again, was excited to wake up today and see what the view would be through such clear glass… And there was another…… Continue reading Unfolding The Way With Sky Blushes, A Falling Book, And A Suddenly Seen Keurig Machine
The Literary Salon Goes On
A snapshot from Tuesday I said to Peeko, ”Make your literary salon face!” (snaps photo).The Tuesday literary salon is still May Ziadeh’s, not my own, that she hosted in Cairo and had to stop hosting unfairly in 1930, due to the law then with her parents dying and being an unmarried woman, but now it’s…… Continue reading The Literary Salon Goes On
September Eighth, Safekeepings
Tues., Sept. 7 ‘21 My calendar showed me it was time to open the book with the snow-flowers and the rose, as I’d learned that flowers preserve more easily if the book that holds them is kept closed ‘til it’s time. The snow-flowers were like a mysterious gift taken off the stems at their fullness…… Continue reading September Eighth, Safekeepings
It’s Tuesday: Get Your Coffee Cup
Well, it’s Wednesday now…but it wasn’t yesterday, when I was writing this. 😊 Today is Tuesday and I realize it would’ve been the day of May Ziadeh’s literary salon in Cairo which began in 1912. The sky was blushing this morning a moment after I woke as you can see in the first photo and…… Continue reading It’s Tuesday: Get Your Coffee Cup
A Short Story by May Ziadeh, Beloved: Memories of Lebanon
Somehow I’d been looking at old posts and happened to come across a post in which I’d shared an article in a periodical I’d found written by May Ziadeh as I was moving through translating her first book of poems, Flowers of a Dream. I hadn’t read it then, had saved it for much later,…… Continue reading A Short Story by May Ziadeh, Beloved: Memories of Lebanon
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
Touch
The morning moon above the pines. I touch the pines because you loved them; I’ve loved them too. I smiled at the image on my hand after I saw the photo, and I felt a touch back very much so in the moment. You don’t mind if these are even pines. Love for love and…… Continue reading Touch
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
This Mysterious Gift
I found this lying on the rug in my bedroom in the morning today and I’ve not seen it before. All floors vacuumed, it was easy to see near the foot of the bed. This is a close up photo of it on my zabuton cushion. It brought a loving feeling with it as I’d…… Continue reading This Mysterious Gift
Resolution, Something That Scared Me, And The Moon I Greeted
Resolution It was a nice idea I had to not talk about my own thoughts or views today but it didn’t happen; no apologies, no one needed to hear and maybe I needed to say it, so I am not sorry about not keeping my plan, and I listened, which was more important to me…… Continue reading Resolution, Something That Scared Me, And The Moon I Greeted
I Tapped Closed ‘Flowers of a Dream,’ My Heart Within It
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
Sweetly Had You Come to Meet Me in the Night?
Last night I read the many handwritten poems and then again the latest poem of my own that I had written during the full moon party and had not remembered ’til then how I’d concluded it, these days of having been pulled into a poetry cove awhile and then coming back up onto the slightly…… Continue reading Sweetly Had You Come to Meet Me in the Night?
A Call As If I Knew It
As you see now, this blog is now on WordPress and you had nothing to do; you were just here. The links have been added, design worked with, and all past posts from Blogger have been posted! I knew it was time last night to get up and go and yet I have kept a…… Continue reading A Call As If I Knew It
My Full Moon Party for the Flower Moon
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
A Poem to Close The Day and Bring Dreams Early
I finished translating this poem before I went to sleep last night. I closed my eyes and a little while after, I felt the touch of fingers through my hair in slow, gentle movements as if someone was leaning down from above me with kindness. * * Reading the poem aloud: Excerpt from Capricious…… Continue reading A Poem to Close The Day and Bring Dreams Early
A Poem Drapes Over My Shoulders
Dressed and ready, as the sun is bright and one bird is whistling notes in the trees, I read again the poem that I read last night, the first from Dream Flowers (Fleurs de Reve) by May Ziadeh.This is the book I found accidentally then when I was looking online to see if there were…… Continue reading A Poem Drapes Over My Shoulders
Morning Words by Shams
It seemed Shams had come by again, this time in front of the bookshelf, and also with a few others. I was half in a dream and so had thought I am sleeping now, was past sleep for me even if still early for them, and they left. 😉 And later on this morning I…… Continue reading Morning Words by Shams
Friday Night, Yesterday
My first post today was “For Anyone Creating Anything.”Last night I had written I hadn’t had any mystical experiences to write about in awhile, had joked it could be because I hadn’t read any of my favorite dead poets in awhile too, and they’re maybe wanting to be read again. I am currently reading the…… Continue reading Friday Night, Yesterday
More Fairy Adventures. Warm Presence, Morning Green
Morning again.~**~I picked this really nice apple off your apple tree, stood on a ladder you had to reach it.Hm, I hope you don’t tell me to put it back.* * *yesterday evening, i had fallen forward intentionally. the wind blew through the just open window, a song on shuffle began, i did not pray…… Continue reading More Fairy Adventures. Warm Presence, Morning Green
Blush of Dawn 