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| Open Field by Yosvany Baez |
"I want to be able to sleep in an open field,
to travel west,
to walk freely at night..."
~Sylvia Plath
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
The Heaven Tree
When I die, this is where I hope to pass through to heaven...
....using the forest as my stepping stone to move from earth to whatever comes next.
I am sure this is where earth and heaven meet and the angels wait, disguised as fairies, ...I'll walk and walk until I find the heaven tree, and there I will be.
....using the forest as my stepping stone to move from earth to whatever comes next.
I am sure this is where earth and heaven meet and the angels wait, disguised as fairies, ...I'll walk and walk until I find the heaven tree, and there I will be.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Thunderstorm
We had a terrible and beautiful thunderstorm earlier today...,
....as I watched it and heard it pass by I was awed by the power of it, ....and I wondered if those up in Heaven could hear it, too.
And I wonder sometimes
If you hear the thunder up in heaven
As it passes by my window
On it's way to your door
Do you see the streaks of lightening
That stretch across my sky
As you walk the floor of heaven
Do you stop to watch and listen
Do the birds outside my window
Sing the songs of heaven here
A beautiful chorus of melodies
Reaching discerning pairs of ears
Is the wind on my face
The same one that stirs for you
On your streets of gold and honey
An unfolding breath of heaven
If you hear the thunder up in heaven
As it passes by my window
On it's way to your door
Do you see the streaks of lightening
That stretch across my sky
As you walk the floor of heaven
Do you stop to watch and listen
Do the birds outside my window
Sing the songs of heaven here
A beautiful chorus of melodies
Reaching discerning pairs of ears
Is the wind on my face
The same one that stirs for you
On your streets of gold and honey
An unfolding breath of heaven
Carrying words for us to hear
And I wonder sometimes
If you hear the thunder up in heaven
As it passes by my window
On it's way to your door
Do you see the streaks of lightening
That stretch across my sky
As you walk the floor of heaven
Do you stop to watch and listen
And does the sun shine for you
Each and every moment
Is that where it goes
And I wonder sometimes
If you hear the thunder up in heaven
As it passes by my window
On it's way to your door
Do you see the streaks of lightening
That stretch across my sky
As you walk the floor of heaven
Do you stop to watch and listen
And does the sun shine for you
Each and every moment
Is that where it goes
When it leaves my sight
Leaving me with only
Leaving me with only
This pale moonshine at night
Do you laugh at my questions
On the other side of heaven now
Where you have all the answers
We want to know in time
Is it all so simple to understand
In Heaven tonight
And I wonder sometimes
If you hear the thunder up in heaven
As it passes by my window
On it's way to your door
Do you see the streaks of lightening
That stretch across my sky
As you walk the floor of heaven
Do you stop to watch and listen
Do you laugh at my questions
On the other side of heaven now
Where you have all the answers
We want to know in time
Is it all so simple to understand
In Heaven tonight
And I wonder sometimes
If you hear the thunder up in heaven
As it passes by my window
On it's way to your door
Do you see the streaks of lightening
That stretch across my sky
As you walk the floor of heaven
Do you stop to watch and listen
Copyright A. Rich, 2013
All rights Reserved
Friday, July 5, 2013
Monday, July 1, 2013
Ragged Old Flag
Ragged Old Flag
I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an old man was sittin' there.
I said, "Your old court house is kinda run down,
He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town".
I said, "Your old flag pole is leaned a little bit,
And that's a ragged old flag you got hangin' on it".
He said, "Have a seat", and I sat down,
"Is this the first time you've been to our little town"
I said, "I think it is"
He said "I don't like to brag, but we're kinda proud of
That Ragged Old Flag
On a park bench, an old man was sittin' there.
I said, "Your old court house is kinda run down,
He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town".
I said, "Your old flag pole is leaned a little bit,
And that's a ragged old flag you got hangin' on it".
He said, "Have a seat", and I sat down,
"Is this the first time you've been to our little town"
I said, "I think it is"
He said "I don't like to brag, but we're kinda proud of
That Ragged Old Flag
"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there,
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
And It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat watching it,
Writing "Say Can You See"
It got a rip in New Orleans, with Packingham & Jackson
Tugging at it's seams.
And It almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag,
But she waved on though.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville,
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on
That Ragged Old Flag
"On Flanders Field in World War I,
She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp, and low, a time or two,
She was in Korea, Vietnam, She went where she was sent
By her Uncle Sam.
She waved from our ships upon the briny foam
And now they've about quit wavin' back here at home
In her own good land here She's been abused,
She's been burned, dishonored, denied an' refused,
And the government for which she stands
Has been scandalized throughout out the land.
And she's getting thread bare, and she's wearin' thin,
But she's in good shape, for the shape she's in.
Cause she's been through the fire before
And I believe she can take a whole lot more.
"So we raise her up every morning
And we bring her down slow every night,
We don't let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On second thought
I *do* like to brag
Cause I'm mighty proud of
That Ragged Old Flag"
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
And It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat watching it,
Writing "Say Can You See"
It got a rip in New Orleans, with Packingham & Jackson
Tugging at it's seams.
And It almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag,
But she waved on though.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville,
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on
That Ragged Old Flag
"On Flanders Field in World War I,
She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp, and low, a time or two,
She was in Korea, Vietnam, She went where she was sent
By her Uncle Sam.
She waved from our ships upon the briny foam
And now they've about quit wavin' back here at home
In her own good land here She's been abused,
She's been burned, dishonored, denied an' refused,
And the government for which she stands
Has been scandalized throughout out the land.
And she's getting thread bare, and she's wearin' thin,
But she's in good shape, for the shape she's in.
Cause she's been through the fire before
And I believe she can take a whole lot more.
"So we raise her up every morning
And we bring her down slow every night,
We don't let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On second thought
I *do* like to brag
Cause I'm mighty proud of
That Ragged Old Flag"
~~Johnny Cash (the one and only!)
Monday, June 24, 2013
Wildland
Head on over to "The House in the Roses" for some wildland nature adventures. So beautiful and inspiring!
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| Photo from "THE HOUSE IN THE ROSES" website |
Monday, June 17, 2013
A Dog-ear For Emily
dog-ear
[dawg-eer, dog-]
1.
(in a book) a corner of a page folded over like a dog's ear, as by careless use, or to mark a place.
Dog-eared books are a sign of affection for something you have read, a reminder to go back and visit it again, something you want to remember.
Take for instance page 605 from the Emily Dickinson biography,
"My Wars Are Laid Away in Books."
It talks about Emily D's affection for Emily B's writing.
It shows how similar they were,
and as 'kindred spirits' to me, I cannot help but mark these words.
Here is a close up if you want to read it. I found it fascinating to read.
It is definitely a page I want to remember from this book, and noting it here is a good place to 'hold' it so I won't forget the words.
Do you ever dog-ear your physical copy books and/or your Kindle books? I just can't give up the physical book and I hope I won't ever. I continually weed through my stacks and try to only keep the dearest ones.
It is a work in progress, but I am getting there.
I'd love to hear what you have dog-eared.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Those Who Fly
Wind is God's gift for those of us who fly
~ Copyright Bookishkind, 2013
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| photo is from whitepaintedwoman blog |
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Friday, May 24, 2013
Kingston Lacey
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| Trees near Kingston Lacey, Dorset Source: Photograph © Mark Durk, 2008, www.oursouthwest.com |
"It
is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's
hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation
from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit."
~Robert Louis Stevenson
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
The Last Days of Anne Boleyn
BBC2 is showing a documentary called, "The Last Days of Anne Boleyn." While the US will have to wait for this to air on television or to buy the DVD, the lucky Brits can watch it now.
The Tudors are my favorite favorite history to read, watch, and see, so this is one I'll be looking forward to buying. You can never have too much of the Tudors.
The Tudors are my favorite favorite history to read, watch, and see, so this is one I'll be looking forward to buying. You can never have too much of the Tudors.
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| THE LAST DAYS OF ANNE BOLEYN, airing on BBC2 |
Click to see clips and the BBC2 website on the documentary.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Little Adventures - Backyard and Otherwise
The backyard lilacs have already begun fading. Their lifespan is so short yet so perfect with their lush perfume and bright lavender flowers. Before they faded, I was able to get some pictures of their simple and timeless beauty.
This time next year, I will watch for them before they go quietly into the sunset of another spring.
Happily, other things in the yard are not as short lived. But you still have to step outdoors or you'll miss them. For instance, lately we have received an early morning visit from a kitty called Dewey (after the Dewey Decimal System). One of his humans is a librarian which explains the name. He is still a little bit shy and not ready to come down from his fence perch when we are outside, but I am hoping he will eventually.
The winds also carry on as if by cue, and today pigeons were seen flying overhead in the wild skies, which is a first time occurrence around here, at least for me.
As much as I love the backyard though, I am itching to venture out a little when June gets here. So hopefully I'll have a little adventure to share about sometime soon. Keep in mind that I said little adventure, ...it won't be the Redwood Forest or anything like that, unfortunately. But it's time to seek out some different skies for a little while. Who knows what it will be, even I don't right now. I will find something perfect and share when I can.
This time next year, I will watch for them before they go quietly into the sunset of another spring.
Happily, other things in the yard are not as short lived. But you still have to step outdoors or you'll miss them. For instance, lately we have received an early morning visit from a kitty called Dewey (after the Dewey Decimal System). One of his humans is a librarian which explains the name. He is still a little bit shy and not ready to come down from his fence perch when we are outside, but I am hoping he will eventually.
The winds also carry on as if by cue, and today pigeons were seen flying overhead in the wild skies, which is a first time occurrence around here, at least for me.
As much as I love the backyard though, I am itching to venture out a little when June gets here. So hopefully I'll have a little adventure to share about sometime soon. Keep in mind that I said little adventure, ...it won't be the Redwood Forest or anything like that, unfortunately. But it's time to seek out some different skies for a little while. Who knows what it will be, even I don't right now. I will find something perfect and share when I can.
Monday, May 13, 2013
A Fortnight of Spring Winds
Give me spring and give me wind.
A few days ago was a perfect spring wind, almost warm in the sunshine.
This spring wind brought out two hawks from the tall trees just like they always do, hawks that like to play in the windy currents, ... and one calls to the other to say they have found the prime spot to ride the wind, the other answers by calling and joining his partner, ...all just over my head and so close that I can see their feathered patterns and hear each call they make, ...ten shrill calls to each other, five each back and forth sounding exactly the same as the one before, and lovely to my listening ears. I wish I could join both of them in their thrilling dives and soaring dances that they leave their nests for each time the wind blows hard.
Spring winds bring me out of the house too, there is no way to resist them. The tall trees seem to join hands in dancing to the windy display...
My breath is caught up with the gusts that are impossible to walk away from, and I find myself glued to the backyard watching the sky like a movie, eyes drawn to each new scene that plays before me. This spring wind display happens off and on for a good fortnight falling somewhere in the days of May and June, and there is nothing like it.
A few days ago was a perfect spring wind, almost warm in the sunshine.
This spring wind brought out two hawks from the tall trees just like they always do, hawks that like to play in the windy currents, ... and one calls to the other to say they have found the prime spot to ride the wind, the other answers by calling and joining his partner, ...all just over my head and so close that I can see their feathered patterns and hear each call they make, ...ten shrill calls to each other, five each back and forth sounding exactly the same as the one before, and lovely to my listening ears. I wish I could join both of them in their thrilling dives and soaring dances that they leave their nests for each time the wind blows hard.
Spring winds bring me out of the house too, there is no way to resist them. The tall trees seem to join hands in dancing to the windy display...
...like
those cut out paper people who hold paper hands...,
...still trees, but in a
different form of paper trees,
...holding hands in a dance for the
sheer joy.
My breath is caught up with the gusts that are impossible to walk away from, and I find myself glued to the backyard watching the sky like a movie, eyes drawn to each new scene that plays before me. This spring wind display happens off and on for a good fortnight falling somewhere in the days of May and June, and there is nothing like it.
The currents await me. Joy.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
What Would Jane Do?
Pride and Prejudice is one of my favorite books and the family of Elizabeth Bennet is so true to life. Jane Austen knew people and how they work and she knew how to spin a yarn very well, indeed.
Today I was thinking of the Bennet sisters -- Jane, Elizabeth, Mary, Lydia, and Kitty -- and how different they are. Jane and Elizabeth use their time wisely and learn well, they make themselves "handsome women" in the sense of what they accomplish and become. Mary strives to be like her elder sisters, well accomplished and informed, but she misses the mark because she has no room to be sensible and thoughtful in the moment. Lydia is hopeless and has not become who she could be, while Kitty aimlessly follows Lydia around and copies her behavior.
I wonder which sister would be my model were I to look at this carefully and objectively. I have bits of them all if I am to be honest, and I am not sure how I feel about it. I know I can do better with my time, of course we all can. It is far too easy to sit at the computer and stay idle when there are a million other things you could be doing, things that are far more valuable.
Where have all of the accomplished arts gone to in this fast paced world that finds us rarely having time like the ladies of old did, ...devouring a book for hours, baking something from scratch, needlepoint, drawing, art, taking walks and thinking long and thoughtfully with your head, about life and its meaning.
It can be a crazy time to live in, and it's not going to be simple or accomplished unless we make it so for us, ...we live in a time that doesn't demand for us to bake a cake from scratch or draw sketches of family to remember them. We don't have to whip up tea and scones for company dropping by for a chat, or write long letters to relatives who are far away. There are not dresses to be made by hand or needlework sitting at the wayside begging to be worked on. But we can use our time to become really really great at something and maybe even two or three somethings, rather than being idle like Lydia and Kitty.
Which sister am I destined to become, whether Kitty, Lydia, Mary, Elizabeth, or Jane is entirely up to me - that is the beauty of it.
What would Jane do? Indeed, we already know the answer to that question.
Today I was thinking of the Bennet sisters -- Jane, Elizabeth, Mary, Lydia, and Kitty -- and how different they are. Jane and Elizabeth use their time wisely and learn well, they make themselves "handsome women" in the sense of what they accomplish and become. Mary strives to be like her elder sisters, well accomplished and informed, but she misses the mark because she has no room to be sensible and thoughtful in the moment. Lydia is hopeless and has not become who she could be, while Kitty aimlessly follows Lydia around and copies her behavior.
Where have all of the accomplished arts gone to in this fast paced world that finds us rarely having time like the ladies of old did, ...devouring a book for hours, baking something from scratch, needlepoint, drawing, art, taking walks and thinking long and thoughtfully with your head, about life and its meaning.It can be a crazy time to live in, and it's not going to be simple or accomplished unless we make it so for us, ...we live in a time that doesn't demand for us to bake a cake from scratch or draw sketches of family to remember them. We don't have to whip up tea and scones for company dropping by for a chat, or write long letters to relatives who are far away. There are not dresses to be made by hand or needlework sitting at the wayside begging to be worked on. But we can use our time to become really really great at something and maybe even two or three somethings, rather than being idle like Lydia and Kitty.
What would Jane do? Indeed, we already know the answer to that question.
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