Tag: philosophy

A Picture of a Moment in My Life in Words

We’d recently had the shower/bath tile wall re-grouted. The workers arrive and knock, I open the door, I am probably half their height as I say hi and welcome them in. They step inside to see a giant, fluffy gray cat running away into a back bedroom at top speed, gaining more speed gradually, tripping…… Continue reading A Picture of a Moment in My Life in Words

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

As If I Had Been the Harp Then and the Hidden Music

You were close to me last night with your compassion and how you were cherishing me; I felt the feather-soft way your fingers moved through my hair, the shape of your hands familiar and welcome…You placed your face close to mine and whispered in my ear a little while, quick soft words much too quiet…… Continue reading As If I Had Been the Harp Then and the Hidden Music

Stepping Into a Novel Set in 1000 AD Like I’m In It Already

June 13, 2022 A beautifully unfolding novel I find myself at ease in the place and am amused to find myself sharing so many interests with the characters in this historical novel (set in Scotland about 1000 years earlier than our current time): Queen Hereafter by Susan Fraser King. I share with the characters interests…… Continue reading Stepping Into a Novel Set in 1000 AD Like I’m In It Already

An Imagined Room and View, 2

I sketched this view again, a scene from my imagination I’d shown, and this time I added to the subject and added colored pencils with the pastel (wasn’t a great blend of two mediums for me but I tried). Seeing this, I found a change to make to the subjects. I am finding my way…… Continue reading An Imagined Room and View, 2

Peeko’s Fiction Pick and Photo Shoot

photos Jun 11, ’22 evening with a bookmark I’d found too I am reading at a slow, meditative pace the novel, Queen Hereafter by Susan Fraser King set in Scotland in 1000 AD. I hadn’t seen many historical fiction novels set at this time or place. My cat Peeko (shown above) does no tricks; he…… Continue reading Peeko’s Fiction Pick and Photo Shoot

With My Hands: Flowers Found, Pressed, and Preserved, and A Little Ink Design from My Pen

That is my reflection appearing in glass and this art is now up to date, just complete Wed., Jun. 22, 2022, photo today. Little changes made by clarifying the text in black ink, clear glue, background white, card pasted onto it with the little gathered pressed flowers, this way to emphasize the brightness of the…… Continue reading With My Hands: Flowers Found, Pressed, and Preserved, and A Little Ink Design from My Pen

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…as if I’d dreamed the tea cup, but found it first and remembered the dream in my own fancy when I received it and picked it up in my hands and looked… The design is just what I would wish…Green I often turn to and admire, green that feels like new sprouts and grass and…… Continue reading …*

Champagne or Gold or a Buttercup from the Field

June 4, 2022 I don’t care. Neither does Ed…Let’s dance. 💃🥂♥️♥️ https://youtu.be/fkCa4SdS8go Oh yeah, I had Ed Sheeran mis-tagged last post as ‘Australian’. I don’t know why…I don’t care either. 😂

“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

Secrets

*It isn’t always easy to know who will enjoy a certain secret with me or which one they may like. *If someone doesn’t like my secret it isn’t taken away from me then but it may feel like it. *Secrets are always safe in poetry and fiction. *I use the word secret lightly to mean…… Continue reading Secrets

“Without Question”

roses, high noon (a quatrain) I used to fear the night, but ’round your head, there was a glow. I liked it better than the sun, It was love, I was yet to know. —Jade

The Gift by H.D.

The Gift —by H.D. (born 1886, Pennsylvania) Instead of pearls—a wrought clasp— a bracelet—will you accept this? You know the script— you will start, wonder: what is left, what phrase after last night? This: The world is yet unspoiled for you, you wait, expectant— you are like the children who haunt your own steps for…… Continue reading The Gift by H.D.

‘Please Forgive Me’—Rumi

I found the book I must’ve opened some months ago that wasn’t at the store last week; it wasn’t there but I see it in my above photo, so I know what to look for…I think it was Rumi: The Book of Love. 🙏💕📖 —Jade …from another book, a poem by Rumi …The miracle-signs: you…… Continue reading ‘Please Forgive Me’—Rumi

Refreshed He Was, Said Peeko…

(in honor of Britney Spears) I could see Peeko was refreshed after a break from massive amounts of photo-taking from his well-meaning Paparazza Mom 📷☺️🧚‍♀️📸📷 and was wanting a post…🐱 “Yoga, you say? Let me show you how it’s done…” said Peeko. 🦁 “It goes like this.” 🐱🦁🐈 —Peeko

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

Books and Art: Sifting Through for the Best of Rumi, Kahlil Gibran Scare, and My Creative Plan for the Day

I do this too…(I liked finding this illustrated at The Boston Fine Arts Museum, my own photo of this artwork I saw there)…with my silver aluminum water canteen and poetry book, and a rock to sit on. Friday, May 27th, 2022 Sifting Through for the Best of Rumi I think I’d really confused and worked…… Continue reading Books and Art: Sifting Through for the Best of Rumi, Kahlil Gibran Scare, and My Creative Plan for the Day

Toward Me

These little yellow flowers flown upon the breeze landed on my lap tonight; I liked them…After a little while, I placed the strand of flowers in my purse to take home. Just a moment before the flowers, I’d realized I’d found the wrong edition / format Rumi for me, but it looks like the right…… Continue reading Toward Me

“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”