Tag: spirituality
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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…
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A Day of Rest I’d Finally Kept and Piano Music With Great Company
Yesterday was a rest for me I actually kept, a solitary one that soon felt not so solitary. I thought of this musician Erik Satie I’d heard of many years ago and not at all since then. I liked his music better now and I loved this piano one of his, Gnossienne No. 7 and…
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What Could Be Done With A Dream, Including A Bad One
I’ve enjoyed thinking about my dreams and finding ways of understanding and appreciating them without demanding meaning from them. I’ve found my own remembered dreams would inspire poems I’d write or fit into ones I’d already started writing. I wrote yesterday of deciding to not watch the movie The Prophet, which features the poet Kahlil…
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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…
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I Will Be Quiet So I Can Hear You
I place my finger upon my lips; I’ve felt what I need to and others are finding their own views, and I quiet myself for now, so we can see these separate insights together. What shimmers and gleams from behind some view I might think to share and surrounds it along with my secret prayers…
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A Not So Blissful Little Day’s Adventure
I had found all my lost, forgotten sketchbooks and was ready to sketch my idea in one before painting it, when I discovered I didn’t have a pencil. So I took a photo in seated meditation with the sketchbooks, but later on I realized the way my hair fell looked like I had intentionally worn…
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Tuesday At The Literary Salon, May’s House
June 21, 2021 Were they drinking rose syrup in their coffee at those literary gatherings, maybe in Egypt, or was it a choice between rose syrup and coffee? Well, this is a question I wondered and typed into the search. I think some people might have chosen coffee and maybe put rose syrup in theirs…
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Morning Tea with a Guest from Above, My Grandma
I set up a chair for whichever guest may arrive for tea this morning. I imagined then my grandma sat down, saying “Hi Jade.” She would be awake early like me even on a Sunday. I put on Frank Sinatra’s soothingly older sounding songs from Past, Present, and Future, the musician she’d listened to when…
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There I Was in 2021, There I Appeared in 1921
While walking along the fiction section at Barnes and Noble, I came across The House at Riverton, a book by a familiar author, Kate Morton, which I purchased then and am reading now. It was the book I thought beforehand I should find myself within before I knew what this one of hers was about:…
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Flowers of a Dream, An Affectionate Reflection
June 9, 2021 I wondered what I could give, somehow a little unsettled too; I’d wanted to give something to this author as she had brought me with her into that poetry cove awhile and has cared for me so tenderly with her poetry and presence. And then I saw these ending lines of hers…
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Today’s Funeral for The Calla Lilies
When I first got them Includes a new Oct. 2021 of what I learned: The Calla Lilies breathed their last breath on the balcony as it is very likely they did not prefer this humid climate. They did not go without appreciation though; I set them to lie in peace in the forest in late…
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It Begins With An Aversion, My Confession
I like to start with telling some of my deepest feelings this way, that I have a confession to make, and this is a confession of an aversion or uneasiness that I don’t have actual evidence as to why I feel this way. I am not trying to solve a mystery, I know that’s not…
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The Heart of Rumi
It was on my mind to read another poem by Rumi. I do have a confession, while I was recording it, I was afraid that it actually wasn’t truly a poem Rumi wrote, but I continued reading it anyway. While some authors have informed readers that some poems may be attributed to Rumi and not…
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A Line of Mine and Some Poems By Other Writers
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…
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A Soft Breeze Stirring And Lifting The Flowers…This Poem
May 20, 2021 I hand-wrote this poem as I was translating it. And you, my beautiful friend With the intoxicating smile?— They call me ‘Mimi’ In the hours of delirium; And they love my eyes That point to the azure sky And my voice….home-like, ….pure, Spring gave me to May…
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Dream Flowers and A Pen in My Hand
I am making a book of poems I’ve read in Dream Flowers by May Ziadeh. I felt I’d like to draw some flowers and clouds and mist. * It is her first book of poems published under the penname, Isis Copia You beautiful Silver Wing Thrilling life, your name, Little child? “My name is Lilie…
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Even Stones Will Look New In Another Light
“We are not simple as our friends would have us to meet their needs. Yet love is simple.”—Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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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…
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She May Have Died Long Ago But We Can Still Collaborate
(a photo from fall) This idea came to me. I love to read poems by authors of the past and of today and some may touch me with ideas like my own whether we lived in the same time or place or not. I thought it might be an illuminating, fun experience to read a…
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Anyone Can Love You In The Sun
When everything is peaceful and there is no conflict arising, anyone can look like they are loving you. But when a storm comes, and you’re still listening, still appreciative of them, you will see who is true, and who is just taking for themselves whatever good is left. * If you are looking for mere enjoyment,…
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Words To Place Here
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…
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No Stars, No Moon
In The Night * 🎶 “fire in my soul” (except I like to talk to people. I love more than I need.) 🎶 Yesterday: Deep Thoughts and Some Fun Fairy By Your Bookshelf
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Happy Birthday, Grandma and Happy Easter
originally posted April 4, 2021 My Grandma and my Mom synced in purple Happy birthday to my Grandma (she would turn 97, first one in heaven) and Happy Easter—how grateful I am for God rising, and also my own healing, as I’d believed in God but not in my own healing’s possibility. I was glad…
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The Sun And The Moon
I am reflecting on something spiritual I read: The sun burns brightly; it can’t be stared at for long with its strong light; it is powerful, it can invite the moon. The glowing moon is gentle and sweet and can be lit up with the radiance of the sun. What would I be? I’d say the…
Blush of Dawn 