Friday, May 30, 2014

The Beautiful Kind

Art by Daniel F Gerhotz
While I walk the clay,
I'm going to steal
some earthly beauty.
Tuck it away deep in my heart.
When the time comes,
I'll sneak it into heaven.
Some things can't be given up
when you cross the stars.

seeking lovely things
reaching for praiseworthy things
hoping for things that are good

I Know A Kitty

Art by Vinnie 1982
I know a kitty who had a bad day
His matted hair was shaved away
He swatted and hissed to no avail while
The groomer just fastened a cat cone 
To conceal 
The angry cat who finally gave way now
Those mats are gone all brushed away
As evening wore on I wondered if
That kitty would stay in his daytime tiff
I should have realized, I should have known
All was forgiven by the time we got home
For as soon as he was carried into the house
He cozied up and told me all was well


Thursday, May 29, 2014

A Poet to the Last

“We need much less than we think we need.”

“When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense of myself in the world, I would do that again by reading, just as I did when I was young.”

“If I insist on being pessimistic, there is always tomorrow. Today I am blessed.”

“Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God.”  (last tweet)

"The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them"

― Maya Angelou 
 'Umbrella' by Marie Bashkirtseff 1883

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

I Am Emily

“{Nowhere did seem to be home}
And I broke my heart with weeping 
To come back to {the moors}; 
And the angels were so angry 
That they flung me out into 
The middle of the heath 
On the top of {the moors}; 
Where I woke sobbing for joy.”
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

{words changed by me} 

Friday, May 23, 2014

Moon Watchers

 An internal aching for the spirit of the woods,
Is growing within the starv-ed soul.
To watch bejeweled fairy dances at twilight,
To gaze at trees in the moonlight and dance with them,
Tall in the shadows and free in the open night air.
An ache to touch the stars who
Offer their dull low light to night watchers,
A hidden nightlight for the un-sleeping,
Who stand nearby like wallflowers,
Watching the moon cross the open sky.
A dull ache for summer noise,
To break the stillness of the night air and,
Take the chill away from moon watchers.
Nothing quenches the hollow ache,
But un-sleeping open woods.

(Art work by Michelle Schneider

Monday, May 19, 2014

Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

I read on the House in the Roses blog, now The Little White Cottage blog something that will forever change how I look at mirrors ... she says that she places mirrors in her home and thinks of them as "moveable windows" that she can place at whim.
I absolutely adore the idea of this! What a beautiful thought that we can create a window wherever we are at. Windows are for reverie, thoughts, and dreams.
I only wish the Lady of Shalott had been able to move her "window"and see something else other than what led her to her fate. Another beautiful thought!
Here are some beautiful ideas of windows ...

"I awoke in the house of God (earth)
Where the windows are mornings and evenings
Stretched from the sun
Across the sky north to south"
~Rich Mullins

Girl at Beach - by Zindy

The ocean is very window-like, if you ask me!

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

May Days

cold wet days

 cozy days

reverie days

Thursday, May 8, 2014

A Tiny Facelift

I am experimenting with new banners, ...the tiniest of facelifts, ...that still conveys what I hope this blog is about ... love of nature and my words.
I think I like it so far. We will see.
 One of my favorites from Arthur Rackham ~ Feeling Undancy - almost made the banner!

And now having made slight changes, I can't decide which one I like best ...

More changes ... Update:
The one I have up now is up for awhile.
I like how the words are like clouds or tree branches
Stretched across the banner.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

The Maypole

The Maypole, 1899, photographed by Clarence H. White

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Ever After


The fair maid who the first of May,
Goes to the fields at break of day,
And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree,
Will ever after, handsome be

 ~ unknown