Monday, October 31, 2011

There Stepped a Stately Raven

"There stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore" Poe
Photo from "The Victorian Era" site

Happy Halloween!

Friday, October 21, 2011

Putting Down Your Thoughts

My current writing journals and scratch notes covers
There is something to be said about writing the old-fashioned way;
Sitting outside with a pencil and paper, putting down your thoughts as they flow. 
You reconsider things like this when all your computer data is lost, and you have no backup. 
Imagine. Create.Write. Backup.

There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man 
that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.
William Makepeace Thackeray

Sunday, October 16, 2011

We Can't All Live at Walden Pond

Photo from Walden Pond State Reservation
We can't all live at Walden Pond, yet we find glimpses of it in the daily living. Riding a motorcycle at night when the world is at its height of stillness. Gathering up pieces of fall from backyard trees for the sheer beauty of doing it. Dipping your foot in a body of water no matter how small. Knowing when you meet the eyes of those little companions whose footfalls shadow yours, whether feline or canine, that they see the world through senses we may not know, like the woodland creatures do.
Moments that take you there, if only briefly, to the pond, to what it must be like to actually hear nature when you sit outside, not nature backed up by airplanes buzzing by, or neighbors mowing overgrown lawns. These glimpses of simplicity and just being that come our way are telling us something. They speak of what's real and what's important. They pierce to the soul, healing frazzled spirits desperate for the pond and what it represents.

I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
Henry David Thoreau

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Raven Thoughts

"But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour
Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."
~Edgar Allan Poe 
Whether read by day or night,
that midnight raven nevermore will take his flight.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Gathered Words

 Poe, Austen, Bronte, Keats, Shelley, Byron, Tennyson --
One word is all it takes, their names alone are enough for me.
Yet..., pull the harvest from the shelf...

 ...The gathered words are the ones I like best. ~Bookishkind

But words are things, 
and a small drop of ink, 
falling like dew, 
upon a thought.
~~Lord Byron