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Soothing

27 Oct

A rescuer clad in plaid
and I am soothed
His words and voice spin silken webs
that hug my heart and entrap it with
love.
Eyes that pierce my own
and nothing is hidden
He understands me though I speak in tongues.
His mind speaks promises
and I dare to believe
vows of love unconditional
and I am soothed.

image: Seasinks

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Perceptions

26 Oct

I traverse the same route
Every day
I start by putting on my shoes
They are worn with walking
But if I stop, I can’t live
This route is so familiar that sometimes it feels
Foreign
Unfamiliar in a familiar way
Sometimes I forget where
I sat on the bus earlier that day
Today I sat next to an older man with shaky hands
He read Sherlock Holmes and wore no wedding ring
I wondered if he’s happy
then I smile and say “Good Morning”
as of this isolated kindness could repair his
loneliness
and his shaky hands
Later I forget where I sat that morning
And my hands shake in the cold
as I wait to begin my route home

I forgot to wear my rings today.

Song of the Day

17 Jul

In honor of the large stack of books we brought home from Half Price Books today, I give you… re: Stacks by Bon Iver.

Image: Stone Stack by Martin Pettitt.

 

Lost

12 Jul

Sometimes I feel lost in my own life.  So many dreams and aspirations; all seemingly unattainable.  If I were a pessimist, I would give up on them and accept that I have responsibilities that forbid my freedom.  Luckily I am an optimist.  I have faith in my ability to make things happen.  I have faith in me, but sometimes I forget.

Image: Me

116

27 Jun

 

Trying to write about love… and this sonnet is all I can think of.  Oh to be an English Literature major.  How could this ever be topped?  I know, I know.  So it’s a cliche.  I can’t help it.  It’s marvelous.

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

-Shakespeare (like you didn’t already know).

Image: Brujo+

Divine Jane

7 Jun

The somewhat unflattering drawing of Jane Austen done by her sister Cassandra...

 

Jane lies in Winchester-blessed be her shade!
Praise the Lord for making her, and her for all she made!
And while the stones of Winchester, or Milsom Street, remain,
Glory, love, and honour unto England’s Jane!

-Rudyard Kipling (as quoted in Claire Harman’s Jane’s Fame).

Abominations such as Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and this sort of garbage do not honor the impeccable literature of Jane Austen.  “Writers” who aim to publish something like the aforementioned Pride and Prejudice and Zombies need to come up with some original ideas and STOP RUINING OUR CLASSICS!!!!  

End of rant.

 

 

Living

4 May

I delight in life, in all its complexities, in all its mysteries.  I delight in all the wonderful elements that make life spectacular.

I delight in living.

Photo: Me