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
You might find an understanding, a silent one, that after awhile you find to not really be silent and that took the time to find the words to find you. *** Kin To Sorrow by Edna St. Vincent Millay Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door—— Neither loud…… Continue reading A Line of Mine and Some Poems By Other Writers
The wind with the trees, with the sky, and a dream with an edge that goes well with the night.
Painting Ideas I have three different ideas for paintings with imagined imagery and two have possible titles, and I won’t tell you about any of them in this post. The last time I set up, I was impressed with the clear wrapper I took off the canvas. The session was over even without me painting…… Continue reading Treasures I’ve Found
There are treasures to find. Earlier: Breakfast and a Poem
The first strawberries. I tasted a couple yesterday soon after I picked them.The newest strawberries are still ripening, but these poems are ripe already.
“We are not simple as our friends would have us to meet their needs. Yet love is simple.”—Virginia Woolf, The Waves*Earlier: A Note For The Morning
‘Rumi tea’ with a splash of almond milk named by me after the poet Last night I dreamed I was looking at this tea cup of mine I had found packed away with others just like it in the garage. I had thought then, ‘I don’t think I’d really like to drink out of a…… Continue reading A Note For The Morning
I was writing something about the joy of walking around with the knowledge of a round earth, not needing to try to not slip off the flat edge of it and how my heart holds all I’ve loved and expands, but having gotten swept up in the excitement of the idea, I felt my meaning…… Continue reading Note For A Note
* ‘Is that a pillow you are giving me?’ ‘Yes, to rest your pretty head, and a poem to go with it that is yours now, too— an apple for me? please.’ * Song Of Fairies Robbing An Orchard by Leigh Hunt (a poem)
You’re giving me three wishes? I’d like to give two away, with three books, and wish one.✨Sarah McLachlan – Answer
I wish to write something simple. I would like to put myself on the spot.I will think of my own dream tonight and rest within it after I go to bed. I will start with a spacious room, maybe a warm light teal one with hardwood floors and a high canopy bed that is draped…… Continue reading Creating A Dream To Rest Within
I feel light shifting, a shadow, and the shadow lifting, as I rest by the open window.Earlier today: She May Have Died Long Ago But We Can Still Collaborate
It is rare for something to be a single thing. Something close to you may be sad too. I’d like to take it out of life sometimes, my own and others’ so there would be nothing missing at all. I know compassion means being with another’s suffering, sometimes your own, and that is not limited…… Continue reading Some Honey And Wildflowers
I thought of The Secret Garden, how I questioned the idea of a garden just for some people and not everyone; it seemed unfair. I considered today, maybe this could be more than a garden or a public place, maybe something that isn’t a lie, but a thought of yours, a memory, or a dream may…… Continue reading A Key That Gleams
..And these paths spring out, so many little paths I travel and wander and roam that excite me. I don’t adorn myself with someone or something else along the way; if I find someone fascinating, I will peacefully forget myself at times without effort, how I can be found in the spirals. Mist may be…… Continue reading There Is Something Lovelier Than All Of Spring…
The wind was picking up; I could smell the scent of rain as in the cool start of summer, ‘though it’s spring now. And then came a light rain. If there’s going to be a storm, let it be a good kind of storm.*Earlier: A Fairy Getting Something Ready
I can’t remember my line about the birds, but it is morning now, my eyes feel brighter now, maybe something about the breeze, and it feels like it has become day so suddenly.
I had written a post here today and have removed it for the subject in case it appears unable to be read or there and then not. I don’t have new words at the time to replace the first. People are important as words are; not all people must be put into words at all…… Continue reading Words To Place Here
Are these violets? I wondered.And are they sleeping?(I knelt. I kissed them anyway.)Earlier today: Good Afternoon from Massachusetts