Dear Little Rain

These rainy days I love them so,
Drench me to immersion,
Every drop sinking deep.
Drop down daintily and cold, 
Wet and dreary, At dawn and dusk, 
Till I shiver with exquisite frailness
Dear Little Rain, Love doesn't go far enough

Art by @HoboPeeba

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These rainy days I love them so,
Drench me in them, 
Every drop soaking, Deep in my soul, 
Drop down daintily, And cold, 
Wet and dreary, At dawn and dusk, 
Dear Little Rain, Love doesn't go far enough

Finding Feathers

I keep finding fallen bird feathers. On one day I found five. different. ones. All of them were white. I heard once that finding one is supposed to mean good luck. Or that angels are nearby.

I like to think the birds left them there for me because they know,

 I love to fly.

Or, the angels are getting my wings ready for flight,

and some of them dropped down from heaven.

Photo by Melanie Beckler

“When angels are near feathers appear”

"White feathers are spiritually tied to angels due to the fact that humans associate angels with wings, usually white ones. Finding a white feather after a loved one has passed away brings a sense of comfort during mourning. White symbolizes purity, and many people believe that finding a white feather is a sign that they are on the right path in life.
In olden times, feathers signified a variety of things. People placed feathers under the pillows of ill family members and loved ones in order to speed up recovery, and feathers were also placed in doorways to keep unwanted visitors from entering the home.
In Native American culture, the appearance of random white feathers signifies rebirth and new beginnings, and feathers are commonly worn on Native American headdresses to symbolize hope and faith as well as to strengthen the connection between the physical and spiritual world." referencedotcom
 

Credit: Jamie Grill The Image Bank Getty Images

Update: I just found another one tonight~

They Know They Are Beautiful

You can see it in their eyes ~ 

they know they are beautiful.

 You can't help but notice

The loveliness they bring

 Every glance, every run,

Every little thing

Spellbound

Andrew Wyeth

The days may not be so bright and balmy—yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. Over everything connected with autumn there lingers some golden spell—some unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its mysterious power. ~Northern Advocate

Whisper

The hills are alive with fall.

My restless being stirs with this small change

That was not there even a week ago.

I look up and see the dreamland coming true

It's only a whisper yet ~ It's only just arrived,

But soon very soon, we will see it thrive

Into Beauty ~

If I could, I would pause its time and beauty,

Hold it - Walk through it - Feel it -

As its whispers grow into full bloom

And howl in my ears what I long to hear

These Were Yours Too

Source

you left us quietly without
so much as a sigh,
just as your way in life
was to be strong and silent,
in death, these were yours too

Meritorious

This is an old dictionary from 1935. 

I'm pretty sure it has words in it that we don't use much anymore ~  like "meritorious"

 

 And that's the reason I've decided to keep it.

It was for sale in my bookshop, but no one bought it, which surprised me because the patina of the book is so pretty.

It really is a gorgeous book. It's worthy of keeping. It's worthy of praise. It's meritorious, in fact.

Reverie is a Word

Reverie is a word that introverts know well. It might as well be called respite. Whatever you call it, I need a lot of it. Those quiet moments, or even hours, where all is still and silent. Thoughts come in and go out as they may, ...some you remember, others drift slowly away.

Reverie is a gift, a way to clear out the cobwebs, to hear your own thoughts you didn't even know existed a moment before, to listen to nature and what it has to say.

Reverie is a time for yourself. It might be a moment or an hour. It might be all you need to recover from the tiring stretches of daily life. It helps you get back out there.

On a day like today my heart is bound a little less
To the tired and tiring vanities of life
Like a butterfly emerging, struggling to be free
I feel the lift, I sense the give it takes
To send me flying from this earthy place

~Christine Dente, Good-Bye~ 

Barefoot

 

Summer was made for bare feet, plain and simple. I know some people who choose to wear shoes, and socks all day, and I just do not understand it. The second I am home, off go the shoes, ...not to mention that most of the time, socks never touch my feet. Maybe those little slip on socks that cover your feet do sometimes when you have to wear shoes, but never socks that come up to your knee or calve. Never. Ever. And my shoes must be the slip on and off kind cause those feet want to be free of shoes as soon as they can. 

Birds wear no shoes

So neither will I

Free I will be

Gazing up to the sky

Anne of Green Gables Wedding Shoot

One of my favorite book characters is Anne Shirley,

 from Anne of Green Gables. Recently, a photographer did an Anne-Themed wedding shoot and it is beautiful. Take a peek and see what you think, all of you kindred spirits ~

Photos by http://www.jessicazaisblog.com/

Love & Friendship

Go see this Jane Austen movie~ Love and Friendship

June Moon

You passed in the night,

And shone so bright,

Through my window.

 

Where do you go, when,

Your light fades,

A secret place, and then,

Back again.

 

Soon you'll return,

To your place in the sky,

I'll nod my head as you,

Pass me by.

Silence Broken

I sat so still and dared not breath,

For the sky and trees were quiet,

Too quiet, so that I began to wonder,

Where were the birds? 

I watched and waited and still nothing,

Barely breathing so as not to distill the stillness,

I waited and watched -- not even a peep,

Shattered the evening silence.

There are no birds here,

I finally concluded, it must be so,

For they are never silent,

Their chatter rings in the day and,

Closes the night with song.

I closed my eyes and waited,

I opened my ears and held my breath,

As I breathed out, there was one faint cry,

One small, bird-word, spoken to the scene.

I heard it, and the bird knew I heard it.

Finally, the suspense was stirred,

And the silence broken,

And I realized that the birds,

Had been watching me,

Daring not to peep,

Daring not to shatter the silence.

I sat so still and dared not breath,

I let that bird-word ring out into the air,

And still it rings in my ears,

Like a wind chime with the lovliest sound.

These Lovely June Days

I'm so glad God made tempestuous days,

The cool, the wet, the grey,

...Come what may,

These lovely June days. 

 

Words. Are. Everything.

Words are everything.
Here are a few of mine that came today.
Sitting outside.

Wuthering. Grey.

Blue.White.

Graceful. Patterns.

Windy. Chirping.

Rustic. Calm.

Peaceful. Restful.

Graceful. Gliding.

Rustling. Beautiful.

Just. One. Word. Says. Volumes.