For now, pinks and blues penetrate the heart, while the hibernating ruby and amber blooms of the trees must wait their turn. Whether summer, or fall...
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Very Slowly
This is the wallpaper that is currently on my desktop, taken in late July. These last final few weeks of summer need to be let go of very very slowly, as fall's charm and exquisiteness will soon overtake summer's splendor.
For now, pinks and blues penetrate the heart, while the hibernating ruby and amber blooms of the trees must wait their turn. Whether summer, or fall...
"Earth laughs in flowers"
Ralph Waldo Emerson
For now, pinks and blues penetrate the heart, while the hibernating ruby and amber blooms of the trees must wait their turn. Whether summer, or fall...
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Bend in the Road
Summer is ending, and that means changes and new beginnings. Sometimes changes are of our own making, and sometimes they are forced on us. They can be scary, but also exciting and joyful. We all need a "bend in the road" from time to time. Even the weather changes, but eventually settles back down again.I really like this picture because if you look at the road there are tracks on it - meaning someone has been that way before. It may be new to you, but others have gone down that road. Many possibilities and opportunities await, as of yet unknown. There are beautiful things to see as you make your way along the road, and although you cannot see behind the bend, your view is clear as you take it a step at a time.
The thing that is so wonderful about change is that it is gradual and transforming, just like a leaf in the fall that goes from green to red, or green to orange, or green to yellow. Where will the bend take you? What will you become? Will your growth be red, yellow, or orange? All is well, for you will become what you are meant to be, one bend in the road at a time.
There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in travelling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.
~Washington Irving
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Do You Ramble?
..if not, then you should!
Me thinks that the moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow.
~Henry David Thoreau
Me thinks that the moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow.
~Henry David Thoreau
Friday, August 13, 2010
Something Kindred
Something kindred speaks to me~
When I discover a 19th century artist/art I've never heard of or seen before...this one is by Alice Barber Stephens
When I learn of an early American or British author, who is obscure and not well-known now...this one is Brander Matthews, (what a face!) He looks a little like Charles Dickens!
When I walk in formal gardens that share their secrets and beauty with anyone who cares to walk them. Their color and variety is impressive.
When I see a stack of old books on the shelf with their faded covers and yellow pages. I can spot an old one a mile away --practically!
...white daisies, poetry, antiques, fine art, walking London on my own, dreaming of Yorkshire and the Lake district, anything Victorian or Medieval, words put to music well, French script, birds, and seeing horses run wild. This could go on and on...
When I discover a 19th century artist/art I've never heard of or seen before...this one is by Alice Barber Stephens
When I learn of an early American or British author, who is obscure and not well-known now...this one is Brander Matthews, (what a face!) He looks a little like Charles Dickens!
When I walk in formal gardens that share their secrets and beauty with anyone who cares to walk them. Their color and variety is impressive.
When I see a stack of old books on the shelf with their faded covers and yellow pages. I can spot an old one a mile away --practically!
...white daisies, poetry, antiques, fine art, walking London on my own, dreaming of Yorkshire and the Lake district, anything Victorian or Medieval, words put to music well, French script, birds, and seeing horses run wild. This could go on and on...
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Sky Beauty
The sky is beautiful year-round:
The skies; pale pink pastels,
Rich, blue, firmament, brimming with life,
Flocks, in formation patterns,
White, falling down as icy raindrops.
The summertime night sky is no exception. We have gone from a night time thundering sky filled with thread after thread of white lightening offering flashes of eternity; to a dark, mild, and starry sky so quiet you hear eternity... all within a few days time. I could never choose between the two, I love them both. Both get me to stop what I am doing inside, step out into the night firmament, and be still.
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Yes, those starry beauties smile and wink right at you, if you watch long enough. As soon as the sun takes her final bow, they are there, waiting...arriving one-by-one and very slowly, until before you know it the whole sky is a silent symphony playing right before your eyes, just for you. A symphony that plays every night of the year for free.
Photo is from How Things Work
The skies; pale pink pastels,
Rich, blue, firmament, brimming with life,
Flocks, in formation patterns,
White, falling down as icy raindrops.
The summertime night sky is no exception. We have gone from a night time thundering sky filled with thread after thread of white lightening offering flashes of eternity; to a dark, mild, and starry sky so quiet you hear eternity... all within a few days time. I could never choose between the two, I love them both. Both get me to stop what I am doing inside, step out into the night firmament, and be still.
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Yes, those starry beauties smile and wink right at you, if you watch long enough. As soon as the sun takes her final bow, they are there, waiting...arriving one-by-one and very slowly, until before you know it the whole sky is a silent symphony playing right before your eyes, just for you. A symphony that plays every night of the year for free.
Photo is from How Things Work
Smitten With Charlottes
Being so smitten with Frozen Charlotte's recently, I bought this pretty necklace. Isn't she gorgeous? If you are also smitten with Charlottes, check out this lovely shop. She features many unique and original, vintage Frozen Charlotte pieces.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Infinite Gravity
Summer is slipping by so fast I can hardly believe it. I have been in hibernation for days and plan on staying there! For now, purple mountains are my walls, and a fanciful and changing sky my ceiling. The earth under my feet is my carpet, and freshly watered flowers fill the air with sweet perfume.
I don't plan on going anywhere that will take me too far away. I am glued to the beauty and contentment I am surrounded by. This is summer's finest offering - an infinite gravity that holds us in, and offers rest.
is poetry
~Emily Dickinson
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