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Girl With A Leaf
Connected
To Nature
Books. Art. Words.Thoughts. Wind. Walden. ~ Barefoot Wanderer. Wallflower. Walker of bluebells.
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FIND ME AT
Follow Your Bliss
you put yourself on a kind of track
that has been there all the while,
waiting for you,
and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living.
When you can see that,
you begin to meet people
who are in your field of bliss,
and they open doors to you.
I say, follow your bliss
and don't be afraid,
and doors will open where
you didn't know they were going to be"
~Joseph Campbell
Reverie
To make a prairie
it takes a clover and one bee
One clover, and a bee, and reverie
The reverie alone will do
if bees are few
Emily Dickinson~
Only She Who Sees
"Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush
afire with God,
But only he who sees
takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round and
pick blackberries."
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Her heart was a secret garden
and the walls were very high
~William Goldman
I SAY ...
I say sit beneath the trees
while the breeze blows.
Smell their spring boutonniere.
Gather their colorful leaves into blithe bouquets. Eavesdrop on them at dawn and dusk.
Wild Man
His trees are potted in the soil
Random flowers bloom His garden
A footstool ready made will do
To stop and rest at random
The mountain rock foundation
Will hold Him well and fine
A Wild Man in heart and deed
At home in Nature divine
AUTUMN
Always in my heart, always in my mind~
"I Say Look At the Trees" ~ Edna O'Brien
Their words hang in the sky ready to drop down like leaves. ~Bookish
Anne's Haunted Wood (click for more "Anne" posts)
My name is written there. The trees greet me as friends. I tell the wind my secrets ~Bookishkind
Faerie's Breath - gathered on the wind
"If I do not stop to grasp the beauty before me, My soul will wither and die"
Welcoming Beauty
She the winter tree, Draped in a blanket of snow and ready for the winter sleep, Memorizes days gone by, So her dreams are filled with them, Until she wakes again ~ BookishKind
The Land of Shalott - Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver
Photo by Iris Compiet
Moors in the Sky
I Am Emily
Photo by Elizabeth Baverstock
Brokenness - Heaven knows I live and breathe it, It doesn't hasten, it only stays
I realized the greatest way
for me to exist was
to just live as a broken person
~ Ashley Cleveland
Fewer Doubts
More wrinkles, yet fewer doubts. Looser skin, yet firmer confidence. Older mind, yet younger spirit... Cielo
We all grow better in sunshine and love ~ unknown
I like my books well-worn,
and loved
You only see when you look
The wonder of the eyes and the soul, starts with gazing, seeking, looking, and we look from somewhere
"The answers are blowin in the wind"
Beauty seems to follow peace
around like a little sister
~ bookishkind
A wise old soul
Photo by Juan Pixeleta
Photo by Kay Nielsen
"Now I'm on my way
I'll be there someday
With God's help
I'll become myself
I'll become myself
God hovers over chaos
He hovers over me
He makes all things beautiful
And it's beautiful to see
I'll get there someday
With God's help
I'll become myself"
(Susan Ashton, Thief)
Grown Me
Life has grown me in ways I wanted, but in a manner very painful ~Brooke Way
I am a warrior of quiet
~ Brooke Way
Autumn is kindling for the starving soul
Barefoot
Birds wear no shoes
So neither will I
Again
"God says to the sun every morning Shine again, shine again, And to the moon every evening, Do it again, do it again" ~ We are no different, we must keep trying again and again, even when we fail ~ especially when we fail ~
...
There was only one choice ~ to love you back intentionally, fiercely, and vulnerably. To know that your eyes saw through to the depths of my soul~ a soul that is now laid bare without you. You were beautiful in life and death and my tears flow with you even now.
Baby Girl
You are a clever girl, so smart in the way you watch your people. You are the sweetest heart, so friendly with so much love to give. I'm glad you are ours.
Walden is where you make it to be
Your woods flow a constant
stream of beauty, pull up the hearth ~
"Slippers for princesses don't fit me"
I miss ordinary days, and thinking ordinary thoughts ~ Rabbit Patch Diary
Reverie & Rain
We are kindred spirits, ragamuffin souls looking for answers
Sometimes we find others who are on this same journey and we know, they are kindred to us, they are broken like us, and we walk together and learn
Joy
I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.
Words are meant to be woven together like a beautiful tapestry, one stitch at a time. If the stitch is not put in properly, it must be undone and tried again. ~Bookishkind
Reading is elegance at its best
...The gathered words are the ones I like best. ~Bookishkind
The Best Books
updated May 2016
"If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write something worth reading or do things worth writing." Benjamin Franklin
The soul requires time
amongst the wildflowers,
to hear what they are
whispering to the wind.
Their stillness speaks
a thousand words. ~Bookishkind
I was born in the wrong era!
We collect the books we love,
like a lover picking roses
for his beloved ~
We absorb the words and lines,
like the lover breathes
the fragrance of the petals,
and revels in the beauty
of the delicate form~
We rest the books
on the shelf with care,
like we fasten the flower
up to dry,
to remember and cherish
the memories that are culled
from the experience
Sometimes the words whisper
freely to you and you
can't write them down fast enough...
and sometimes you
wait and wait for them to arrive
I Am The Storm
Yesterday afternoon the clouds gathered, covering the sun, making the neighborhood dark, then the wind started to blow the trees. Then the thunder rumbled, and all my dreams were coming true ~ Stephanie Nielson
She walks...
I want to walk in bluebells, the way some people walk in Memphis
© 2010, Bookish Kind
A walk in the rose garden
is always a good thing
Run Wild
Photo & Art by Sarah Eichenberger
River
A river is always there yet the water flowing through it is never the same water because it cannot be still. How mesmerizing and captivating a concept. Always shaping, on the move, constantly widening or deepening, coursing its way through land, or ploughing a valley of bold creation. ~Corey Hart
Refreshing raindrops descend
to soak the land into green,
falling from Love.
Shared and surrendered
to the open sky,
to fall on creation,
which craves drenching
in the heavenly display.
There's a fine art gallery hung up in the sky
For the beauty of the earth
Wanderers- I don't understand these youth who come straight out of the pocket, And know right where they are heading. I only know how to obey the call of the wanderers, Who don't even know they've been wandering, And have only now reached the shore. Their story is deeper, though harder, stronger, though longer. It weaves and strays onto paths that take years to untangle from, Still, it has them where they are today. They have bloomed, though lately. ~Copyright 2011, Bookish Kind
"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."
Light~
"Noticing fireflies with new eyes tonight. How miraculous is a tiny insect that lights up the low ground and high spaces of the trees- just as stars begin to light up the sky -- passing the baton in a wildly creative dance! God is everywhere. He will not allow a millisecond of darkness." ~Bonnie Keen
wind
Wind is God's gift for those of us who fly (copyright bookishkind 2013)
Wind From the Sea
by Andrew Wyeth
Windbreaker
Why on earth would anyone want a windbreaker? I want to feel every last bit of it.
Wind Has A Temper
The trees announce the wind's arrival before she comes in the room. You hear the arrival before her entrance. Stillness is replaced with a rustling gesture replaced with tempestousness. Apparently, wind has a temper.
The Rain She Loved
"The rain she loved,
Because she got to use
Her umbrella"
- by Painting The Moon
Speak Silent Words Quietly
the tiny voice inside of she, speaks silent words so quietly
Congregate
And the raven-birds create tension on the quiet-branches, That draws my impatient-eye to them. Seeking change I congregate with them, a respite from the bitter-cold. The lifeless-branch moves, and I cannot look away, .....I will not look-away
Beautiful Things
It's either insomnia or there are beautiful things running around inside of your head.
London A Day or So Ago
(Posts about London)
I belong to the Church
Photo by Ann Torrence
Where You'll Find Me
Maypole
It's my contention that there is no sincere path a human being can take without breaking his or her heart...so it can be a lovely, merciful thing to think, 'Actually, there is no path I can take without having my heart broken, so why not get on with it and stop wanting these extra-special circumstances which stop me from doing something courageous?' David Whyte
Secret Door
Thorns Have Roses
God, You could have done this another way. But, I have to look what God *has* done, and what He *has* done is not wasted a thing. He is so understanding and patient with us. Once I took a deep breath, I could actually see Him all around me, just sort of working out the details of, just not wasting anything, using it all.{for my good}. ~Tammy Trent
The forest and the tree - lifelong companions
~Bookish Kind
Hi dearest, I adore Emily Dickinson. I, too, have found more freedom, joy, and contentment by writing quietly in my room than in any other place. I count her as one of the few original talents, completely and totally following her own convictions about what was or was NOT the truly deep life. My copy of her collected works is dog-eared and much-loved. "My Wars Are Laid in Books" is an awesome biography, if you want to read more about her. My only consternation is that she didn't associate with more of her illustrous literary peers. I should have liked to know what she thought of others!
ReplyDeleteHi Meg,
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment. I really learned a lot about Dickinson from the play. I will check into "My Wars Are Laid in Books" - it sounds like a good book, and I love recommendations.
I have found that Dickinson's writings about nature have spoken to me, but I really do want to read more, and learn more about her life.
Good to see you here! Anna