Broken Glass Sunsets

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Morning Bird

It's been a long night tonight - so long in fact that I am just now hearing birdsong at 4 am. Not having gone to bed yet, it's quite unexpected and welcome. Not only for the beauty of it, but also because this girl isn't an early bird at all, at least not in the usual sense, so its not something I am used to!

Photo from Outerbridge Ebay Seller

This morning I am!

April As She Blooms

The Night (and an edit)

The night is darkening round me

By Emily Brontë 

 

The night is darkening round me,

The wild winds coldly blow;

But a tyrant spell has bound me,

And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending

Their bare boughs weighed with snow;

The storm is fast descending,

And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,

Wastes beyond wastes below;

But nothing drear can move me;

I will not, cannot go. 

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Edited: Late last night around 2 am there was a storm that came through with voracious winds. As I watched it, I wanted to step out into it and face those winds and be caught up. This morning the leftover gusts still lingered and swept through the trees long branches like wind blowing through long hair. Again I was thrilled with the storm and could not bear myself away from watching it. 
Nothing can move me, I cannot go.

Spring Trend

I dance joyful in a new spring trend,

A nod to things made dawn again ~

Beyond The Veil

Gift of Reverie

Some artwork that I recently discovered. Reverie is a theme in art that I really like. Probably because I need so much of it myself that I relate to these pondering moments.

Recently, I heard someone talk about sleep as being a form of reverie. That it allows you to refresh and get back to yourself and how we often times don't get enough of it. I need more of this kind of reverie, so why is it so hard to follow through with. Really, any kind of reverie is beneficial at this point.

The Woods

THE MYSTIC WOOD

I am always pleasantly surprised at the woods that are nearby and the beauty they offer unexpectedly and freely, just for the taking. It's right there in front of you - all that is required is to listen or watch and you are rewarded with something new. There's a flow of constant beauty, a nature pattern of gift after blessed gift, and it's not just my woods, its yours as well.
This morning in the backyard, I heard a new sound coming from the woods as plain as day. A woodpecker feverishly pecking at his chosen tree. "Birds have nests, foxes have dens," and the woodpecker has his pocket in the tall tree. Another gift shared on a beautiful Sunday morning and it was mine. It's a tiny slice of Walden, but I'll take it.

Credit: Quoted line by Rich Mullins, "You Did Not Have A Home."

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

Even Moses had to go up to the mountain to meet God.

We meet Him too, when we pot our plants and flowers for beauty,

When we seek the woods, the moon, the sky.

We are wild at heart too,

Recognizing the hand that made this earth beauty

Had a wilderness heart behind its creation.

 

Photo by BookishKind

Credit:
(Rich Mullins referred to God as a "Wild Man")

Dave the Potter

He is known as Dave the Potter, Dave the Slave, or just Dave.
He lived in Edgefield, South Carolina before the Civil War as a slave.
He was a talented potter and poet.
His words and life's work still stand today.

Dave the Potter: by Laban Carrick Hill

I am fascinated by his life and how he made an impact.
To know of a life that was lived so long ago is amazing.
I would love to own one of his pieces.

Here are some of his poems and pottery.
There is also a children's book about him.
He lived and mattered, just as all of us do.
I might just have a new hero to add to my list.

This noble jar will hold 20

Fill it with silver 
Then you'll have plenty

8 April, 1858

The sun, moon and – stars

in the west are plenty of – bears

29 July 1858

 

To us
it is just dirt,
the ground we walk on...
But to Dave
it was clay,
the plain and basic stuff
upon which he formed a life
as a slave nearly 200 years ago.

Ask Pottery dot com

I wonder where is all my relations

Friendship to all – and every nation

16 August 1857

Quote by Laban Carrack Hill

Some Links:

Dave the Slave

Dave the Potter

Leonard Todd

Laban Carrack Hill

Truths and Roses

All good things are wild and free - Thoreau

Not until we are lost, do we begin to understand ourselves - Thoreau

I make myself rich, by making my wants few - Thoreau

Truths and roses have thorns about them - Thoreau

The earth has music for those who listen - Shakespeare

Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder - Rumi

The cure for anything is salt water -- sweat, tears, or the sea - Isak Dinesen

Ready

The drumbeat of spring permeates my ears.
Every day the sound grows a little stronger, a little louder.
A heartbeat in the same rhythm pattern as mine.
In my heart I believe earth is ready for spring too.
Full of vigor and brilliance from her rest.
Ready to bloom her dreams out for all to see. 
Ready for laughter and joy ~

Earth laughs in flowers 

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Let the Rain

Let the rain kiss you.  

Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.  

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.  

~Langston Hughes

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Let the rain come

For that is the trumpet of spring

Let us never forget

The joy it brings

Each time it falls

A new creation

Never having touched

To the earth

And it falls just for you 

Let it fall.

~me

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S c a t t e r e d Thoughts

When nature spills her scattered thoughts,

I will stop and listen every time.

The most quiet moments,

Offer her deepest reflections,
And she pens them so many different ways.

The Heart of the Forest

While nature sleeps, I dream in color ...

and the heart of the forest beats strong ~

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