A Note for Any Time

This post was originally supposed to be an apology to the world living or dead…it still appears for me and should be that. Please forgive me. I look now toward lighter, tangible things… the whirring fan, the softness of clothing, flowers dressed as themselves with elegance upon a plate on the bookshelf, so many beautiful…… Continue reading A Note for Any Time

All These Songs Woven with the Zodiac

More music I am listening to…a recent favorite song I play often is ”Don’t Go” by Skrillex, Justin Bieber, and Jon Tolliver. I know I share a lot of music on the blog sung by women singers; I am much more selective with men’s voices and lyrics…I think Justin Bieber’s my current favorite male singer…… Continue reading All These Songs Woven with the Zodiac

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

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

The Little Pieces of Wisdom I Treasure Which May Be Made of Tissue Paper

Why would I need great wealth when the library is so much fun?  Let me have a few clothes hangers to detangle after a just neatened closet wardrobe. Let me find the empty clothes hangers taking up extra room one by one, and then set them apart one by one, and close the door…go out…… Continue reading The Little Pieces of Wisdom I Treasure Which May Be Made of Tissue Paper

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

My Lips Are A Little More Sealed

Am I speaking things that together with the listener brings me down in their reply? I don’t continue to share, I treasure them myself, or when someone else wants to know more, and the frustration dissipates in time; ties to the world and spiritual world and my own self soothe me. There are other things…… Continue reading My Lips Are A Little More Sealed