NCE in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang; And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang, And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed, And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed In that magical wood in […]
Monthly Archives: May 2009
Yesterday I had something I was going to write. Yes, the words were weaving all around me but somehow I never managed to get it done. The words are still there, fortunately, and so my plan is to put them down before days end. It has been a struggle for me to word weave of […]
When on a summer’s morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like spirit flies. To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush, Or any bird in song; And common leaves that hum all day Without a throat or tongue. And when Time strikes the hour for sleep, Back in […]
A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon — A depth — an Azure — a perfume — Transcending ecstasy. And still within a summer’s night A something so transporting bright I clap my hands to see — Then veil my too […]
Today has been busy so far as I work on domestic projects. While crawling about on the floor with patterns and fabric I realize there are so many other things I would rather be doing and how much I dislike tedious things. It was a noble thought, making something by hand for my son. It […]
So here I am again, up in the middle of the night, not a strange thing for me. This evening has been filled with energy, making me restless and irritable. Perhaps it is the stormy atmosphere, perhaps the perfume that filled my room earlier, a combination of sharp and sweet. I have not had this […]
Sunday I had this lovely collection of words spinning around in my head. I had planned to write something about my mother, who has been gone now for thirteen years. I thought about something new and felt this might be a good starting point, writing a bit about my life and my memories. The weekend […]
To-day’s your natal day Sweet flowers I bring; Mother, accept I pray, My offering. And may you happy live, And long us bless; Receiving as you give Great happiness. Christina Rossetti 1842
The day is grey, a rainy night moving in. There is no better thing than working with the full moon under the cloak of clouds and with the energy of a thunderstorm. Unfortunately it is not to be as my work week begins tonight and carries through the weekend. Thankfully and for the first time, […]
It is very late and I was about to go off to bed but, of course, I am doing my usual post night shift awake thing. I stepped outside for just a moment and the soft sounds of this humid night along with the moon veiled in misty clouds, turned my fatigue to enchantment. Now […]
