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A Sweet, Refreshing Beginning…

The literary salon begins with some blush… Yesterday afternoon, ‘Rumi’ black tea in a glass with a splash of almond milk. Autumn begins tomorrow…🍂😊 I send you my morning wishes and return to the salon with a cup of green tea and glimpsing the sky between sips as its colors lighten and merge… * Today…… Continue reading A Sweet, Refreshing Beginning…

A Blush for the Dawn to Match A Poem Later On

A blush in the sky through the pines… my poem comes to mind…I let this dawn blush and the feeling of my poem without reading it now, touch my face softly as if with delicate fingers… the paper’s folded ‘til later on…The moon’s in Pisces now and I smile because this time, even if almost,…… Continue reading A Blush for the Dawn to Match A Poem Later On

Poem: A Spell May Fail, But A Prayer May Find Its Desire In Being Said At All  

I wrote this poem last night, Tuesday and finished it this morning. I hadn’t picked a traditional form to try to write in, but some end line repetitions and couplets with some internal rhyme reminded me of a ghazal poem. A Spell May Fail, But A Prayer May Find Its Desire In Being Said At…… Continue reading Poem: A Spell May Fail, But A Prayer May Find Its Desire In Being Said At All  

What If?

I am in darkness trying to see the moon… I look up and it’s there, get my camera ready as it’s glimmering as a gold slice, and then behind a cloud it goes with perfect off-timing for me, so that I sit here (Am I sitting? Not really) with no photo. * Britney Spears, whose…… Continue reading What If?

The Moon and Surprise Live Violin Music

The moon beside the window before it moved on or a cloud moved in for the darkness that brings deep, satisfying rest. I was so surprised to hear another live electric violinist, this time by the supermarket where I’d never seen any performers, and I really loved this song I videoed, complimented the playing and…… Continue reading The Moon and Surprise Live Violin Music

Letters of Earthly Life Past

1920 May Ziadeh to Kahlil Gibran Mai wrote to Jabran a letter of gentle admonition: When I was sitting to write, I used to forget who you are and where you are, and I often forget that there is a man to talk to as you, so I often talk to you as I speak…… Continue reading Letters of Earthly Life Past

My Blog Show

I just decided to turn my camera on and filmed this video, 30 minutes. 😊🎤💗☀️ My 1st Blog Show: Fri., 9/10/21 “Home, Hair, Intuition, and Art” Blush of Dawn https://youtu.be/yfej8DOXIi8 Link: https://youtu.be/yfej8DOXIi8 Note: It is actually ‘pure coconut oil’ in a cream form. You can leave it on your head for hours or overnight and…… Continue reading My Blog Show

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 Peek into My Day Without A Key or Surveillance Camera

Last chance library trip, success! I had the quick idea to go to the library for some poetry and novels to take off the shelf that hour Friday afternoon, and as I got to the library I saw a sign on the door that they’d be closed on the weekend and Monday for Labor Day,…… Continue reading A Peek into My Day Without A Key or Surveillance Camera

A Little Joy To Share and What’s Made Me Smile

The blush of dawn has been put back into the blog as you’d maybe seen. And the moon had been in many posts and is in the dawn now too as you can see, also yesterday, other side of sky. * I found that my cat Peeko’s dry food wasn’t right that I’d been getting…… Continue reading A Little Joy To Share and What’s Made Me Smile

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

Another Word on Another Herb, and More

I have aimed to not write too many posts in one day for readers’ enjoyment, but will write a second if it’s a sort of timely occasion like this. And I’ll tell myself, ‘Put the blog down’ and I do. ☺️ I was glad when Dan came home today and mentioned he’d not gone to…… Continue reading Another Word on Another Herb, and More

Looking Up into Heaven, Not Leaving Yourself Behind

an artwork I’d come across last year * Tea with God and many and you. 🙂 🎶 A song for today’s Catholic Feast Day: The Assumption of Mary into Heaven, with elaborate layers of prayerful lyrics, harmony, dynamics, and meditative, acoustic instrumentation. I find myself moved too, calmly and as if in a time, lifting…… Continue reading Looking Up into Heaven, Not Leaving Yourself Behind

Two Translations of Poems Written by the Dearest Author May Ziadeh

My translations of two poems I’d been working progressively to complete; finished these full poems from her first book Fleurs de Rêve. TO MISS C. Your eyes are so beautiful, my dear beauty, That their gaze is torturous; I love your name and I spell it Your murmuring flood of a name. I am dark…… Continue reading Two Translations of Poems Written by the Dearest Author May Ziadeh

A Morning So New

Here in my new spot to sit with tea in the living room on a morning with sun—tilt the chair beside the window, set down the cup upon the tea towel on the side table and be in the light. It’s a very sleepy morning, but a beautiful one anyway. The sky, how it looked…… Continue reading A Morning So New

A Photo Walk Inside

And the rest for readers will begin now… Hi and welcome 😊🙏. A saltwater floral candle lit on the mantle, a ‘vintage’ Target purchase—most candles last a long time as I don’t light mine so long that it destroys the senses when you were truly just hoping for some soothing relaxation. Subtly beach antique without…… Continue reading A Photo Walk Inside

A Short Story by May Ziadeh Read Today

Feel free to scroll down to the short story in bold. 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.…… Continue reading A Short Story by May Ziadeh Read Today

‘…What Should I Be?’

Upon awakening this morning I worked on my first ghazal poem awhile yesterday in the late afternoon and into the night just before bed. The traditional ghazal form contains the same word at the end of each last line of the couplets and a word that rhymes with that end word is placed before it.…… Continue reading ‘…What Should I Be?’

Blush and Plenty of It

The sky was azure blue when I woke and I said good morning. I sometimes practice saying ‘May’, with emphasis on the y accent for fun as I can spell a word now in a new language, her name: مي. She painted the sky just then with plenty of blush (I know in heaven a…… Continue reading Blush and Plenty of It