from Poppies Robert McDowell I was Alice pursuing the white rabbit. When I put my foot in a hole and tumbled down I was Jack with an empty pail of water. Waiting for the pain to let up I imagined Around The World In 80 Days, My ankle soaring as the crowd cheered. Oh yes there were moments of delight, Stories I felt a sure part of, Days in which you and I were perfect.
Nightmares or shared illusions?
moody monday entry Different
Excitement, energy, passion, desire, speed, strength, power, heat, love, aggression, danger, fire, blood, war, violence, aggression, all things intense and passionate.
Do you have the patience to wait till your mud settles and the water is clear? Can you remain unmoving till the right action arises by itself? Tao Te Ching
macroday entry Red
Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden in itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close. (for E.)
i-gizmo entry Macro
Seven National Crimes............... 1. I don't think, 2. I don't know, 3. I don't care, 4. I am too busy, 5. I leave well enough alone, 6. I have no time to read and find out, 7. I am not interested William J. H. Boetcker
thursday challenge entry Technology
I Starve My Belly For A Sublime Purpose ~Anna Swir... translated by Czeslaw Milosz Leonard Nathan
I say to it: Belly, I am ashamed of you. You must spiritualize yourself. You must eat the sun.
The belly keeps silent for three days. It's not easy to waken in it higher aspirations.
Yet I hope for the best. This morning, tanning myself on the beach, I noticed that, little by little, it begins to shine.
photo friday entry Glow
I think of the courage of women, how they endure, how they walk miles to carry back water, silence their pain, apportion what's left of the rice.
Keepers of eggs without shells, they know how fragile the days are, how hope can spill into the ground.
lensday entry Green
this woman's words are powerful, as is this collection of her poems. Blessing The Boats by Lucille Clifton "grief" begin with the pain of the grass that bore the weight of adam, his broken rib mending into eve,
imagine the original bleeding, adam moaning and the lamentation of the grass.
from that garden, through fields of lost and found, to now, to here, to grief for the upright animal, to grief for the horizontal world. pause then for the human animal in its coat of many colors. pause for the myth of america. pause for the myth of america.
and pause for the girl with twelve fingers who never learned to cry enough for anything that mattered,
not enough for the fear, not enough for the loss, not enough for the history, not enough for the disregarded planet. not enough for the grass.
then end in the garden of regret with time's bell tolling grief and pain, grief for the grass that is older than adam, grief for what is born human, grief for what is not.
moody monday entry
I am SO ready for the spring and the dogwood and wisteria in the south. The pink here is from May in Massachusetts... they are beautiful but, what holds my heart are the wild whites that bloom all over the south come April.
Magnolia Basin Wang Wei
On branch tips the hibiscus bloom. The mountains show off the red calices. Nobody. A silent cottage in the valley. One by one flowers open, then fall.
This is classic Charleston architecture. The rosette pattern on the grill work is complex in detail and reminds of mandalas. (definition: Any of various ritualistic geometric designs symbolic of the universe, used in Hinduism and Buddhism as an aid to meditation) Came across this fact the other day, hand tracing over mandala patterns can help connect right brain and left brain activity.
At night, after a soft rain storm, they are almost magical.
The sun rises and they begin to fold in on themselves, transient and ephemeral.
To appreciate them, you have to be willing to see at night, in the dark. By outward appearance during the day, you would easily overlook them.
Cryptic metaphor of the day
Well trained you may become for me a gate through which I will leave myself and a gate through which I will enter myself. A plumb line to the center of the earth and a cosmic ship to Jupiter.
My body, you are and animal for whom ambition is right. Splendid possibilities are open to us.
moody monday entry
The theme for i-gizmo this week is musician. This child is the musician that came to mind. Grown now, his instrument is his voice. In years past it was a guitar then on to an electronic organ, but this was his first instrument. Another one of those odd things that sit in the closet waiting for future years use.
"If you judge people, you have no time to love them." Mother Theresa
Pendleton Street, Columbia, SC "The best way I know to tell the difference between patience and procrastination," a friend said, " is to look at my motives for my actions or inactions." "If I delay doing something out of fear and self-doubt, then I'm procrastinating. I'm letting irrational emotions dictate my behavior. If, on the other hand, I delay doing something because I'm waiting for the outcome of something I've already worked on, that's patience. Patience is calm and rational. It is the result of confidence and hard work. I'm not 'putting off' anything because I've already done everything in my power to achieve my goal. Instead I'm putting the result's of my efforts in God's hands with the assurance I've done my best and can do no more."
'The Theorists' James Kavenaugh Androgyny and love seminars And worn old men and women of every age Turning their memories and regrets into theories, Deciding what is love and sex and eternity For anyone who will listen, Promising understanding to the old And resignation to the middle-aged, Giving death a new name and new currency To graying hair and wrinkled groins. The theories are well meaning, Providing the theorists another reason to stay alive. I have no such understanding, Grateful that the sun will not be gone until I die.