I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music. ~ George Eliot
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Hidden
"For a man needs only to be turned around once with his eyes shut in this
world to be lost... Not till we are lost...do we begin to find ourselves."
Thoreau, Walden
On this beautiful Friday morning, I'm enjoying java, poetry and facebook! Looking forward to the weekend, and more importantly, picking up my Dallas from camp this afternoon. Dang if I haven't missed that kid and all the sweetness he brings to my life! Gonna take him to Momo's for dinner, one of his favorite pizza places:)
And this morning I shall limit post to a couple poems.
First by Anne Sexton: NOT SO. NOT SO.
I cannot walk an inch without trying to walk to God.
I cannot move a finger without trying to touch God.
Perhaps it is this way:
He is in the graves of the horses.
He is in the swarm, the frenzy of the bees.
He is in the tailor mending my pantsuit.
He is in Boston, raised up by the skyscrapers.
He is in the bird, that shameless flyer.
He is in the potter who makes clay into a kiss.
Heaven replies:
Not so! Not so!
I say thus and thus and heaven smashes my words.
Is not God in the hiss of the river?
Not so! Not so!
Is not God in the ant heap, stepping, clutching, dying, being born?
Not so! Not so!
Where then?
I cannot move an inch.
Look to your heart that flutters in and out like a moth.
God is not indifferent to your need.
You have a thousand prayers but God has one.
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HIDDEN
by Naomi Shihab Nye
If you tuck the name of a loved one
under your tongue too long
without speaking it
it becomes blood
sigh
the little sucked-in breath of air
hiding everywhere
beneath your words.
No one see....the fuel that feeds you.
world to be lost... Not till we are lost...do we begin to find ourselves."
Thoreau, Walden
On this beautiful Friday morning, I'm enjoying java, poetry and facebook! Looking forward to the weekend, and more importantly, picking up my Dallas from camp this afternoon. Dang if I haven't missed that kid and all the sweetness he brings to my life! Gonna take him to Momo's for dinner, one of his favorite pizza places:)
And this morning I shall limit post to a couple poems.
First by Anne Sexton: NOT SO. NOT SO.
I cannot walk an inch without trying to walk to God.
I cannot move a finger without trying to touch God.
Perhaps it is this way:
He is in the graves of the horses.
He is in the swarm, the frenzy of the bees.
He is in the tailor mending my pantsuit.
He is in Boston, raised up by the skyscrapers.
He is in the bird, that shameless flyer.
He is in the potter who makes clay into a kiss.
Heaven replies:
Not so! Not so!
I say thus and thus and heaven smashes my words.
Is not God in the hiss of the river?
Not so! Not so!
Is not God in the ant heap, stepping, clutching, dying, being born?
Not so! Not so!
Where then?
I cannot move an inch.
Look to your heart that flutters in and out like a moth.
God is not indifferent to your need.
You have a thousand prayers but God has one.
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HIDDEN
by Naomi Shihab Nye
If you tuck the name of a loved one
under your tongue too long
without speaking it
it becomes blood
sigh
the little sucked-in breath of air
hiding everywhere
beneath your words.
No one see....the fuel that feeds you.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Love it will not betray you
Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be
There is a design, an alignment, a cry
Of my heart to see
The beauty of love as it was made to be.
So I went to a wine tasting with a friend. Most of the wines didn't taste so hot, some were decent, and one my palate really enjoyed. I bought it, and another white that was pleasing to my taste. Main thing was, it was nice to get out, talk briefly about life and stuff like that. Came home to a nice Thai red chicken curry meal made with love by my dear Dave. Listened to some Elliott Smith, Ryan Adams and acoustic Metric and read some unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath, while Dave tried to get our DVD working. I have seven movies patiently waiting to be watched, six from the local library and one from a friend (and even one from another "friend" that doesn't even count in this count. ;) ). This summer has been a good excuse to catch up on movies I've not yet seen...and one of my favs I have seen but felt the need to watch once again - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (the name of that movie is taken out of a poem by Alexander Pope. Many don't know that, or don't pick up on that in the movie, but yep. Long poem by him, I think he lived in the 1600s, or sometime way back).
Food Network is on mute while hubby is on hold with Comcast. I feel like I should be underneath something big and beautiful, holding tight and kissing fiercly. Wow! What can I say, just want to be honest on this blog that maybe one or two other people will even read. I can get away with saying stuff! I think I should read some Anne Sexton and duplicate something on here by Erica Jong. Yeah, my fear of flying ended eons ago. Now I'm just fearful of NOT flying, of not spreading my wings.
"And the truly insidious thing about fear is---it's completely self-perpetuated. We create the dread that clogs up our lives." ~ Douglas Kennedy
(I warned readers of my stream-of-consciousness style of writing)
"Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth. Watch out for love (unless it is true, and every part of you says yes including the toes), it will wrap you up like a mummy, and your scream won't be heard and non of your running will run.
"Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand takes you, your tears to the land. To love another is something like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief."
Ok, everything is up and running. Movie about to begin........ :)
Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be
There is a design, an alignment, a cry
Of my heart to see
The beauty of love as it was made to be.
So I went to a wine tasting with a friend. Most of the wines didn't taste so hot, some were decent, and one my palate really enjoyed. I bought it, and another white that was pleasing to my taste. Main thing was, it was nice to get out, talk briefly about life and stuff like that. Came home to a nice Thai red chicken curry meal made with love by my dear Dave. Listened to some Elliott Smith, Ryan Adams and acoustic Metric and read some unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath, while Dave tried to get our DVD working. I have seven movies patiently waiting to be watched, six from the local library and one from a friend (and even one from another "friend" that doesn't even count in this count. ;) ). This summer has been a good excuse to catch up on movies I've not yet seen...and one of my favs I have seen but felt the need to watch once again - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (the name of that movie is taken out of a poem by Alexander Pope. Many don't know that, or don't pick up on that in the movie, but yep. Long poem by him, I think he lived in the 1600s, or sometime way back).
Food Network is on mute while hubby is on hold with Comcast. I feel like I should be underneath something big and beautiful, holding tight and kissing fiercly. Wow! What can I say, just want to be honest on this blog that maybe one or two other people will even read. I can get away with saying stuff! I think I should read some Anne Sexton and duplicate something on here by Erica Jong. Yeah, my fear of flying ended eons ago. Now I'm just fearful of NOT flying, of not spreading my wings.
"And the truly insidious thing about fear is---it's completely self-perpetuated. We create the dread that clogs up our lives." ~ Douglas Kennedy
(I warned readers of my stream-of-consciousness style of writing)
"Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth. Watch out for love (unless it is true, and every part of you says yes including the toes), it will wrap you up like a mummy, and your scream won't be heard and non of your running will run.
"Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand takes you, your tears to the land. To love another is something like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief."
Ok, everything is up and running. Movie about to begin........ :)
Priscilla Ahn - Dream (Official Video)
Dream - Priscilla Ahn
I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.
I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing.
I had a dream.
Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be.
The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.
I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest tree.
I had a dream.
Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave.
I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've lived to tell. I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing.
I had a dream
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
It's Wednesday, hump day, as we Americans say. I'm on to day 2 of blogging, not really knowing what I'm doing, yet. There must be more to this other than merely writing. Like attaching links and pics and things like that. I need to learn all this, while also maintaining my house and daily to-do things. For now, I'll just write...but where to start on the writing part! Well, I haven't felt too domestic lately. I'm just very dreamy these days...wishing I could jump on a plane and go to Italy or France or somewhere fantastical. Probably all the down time I've had this summer. Getting lazy, drinking coffee all morning, eating breakfast at 10:00, staying in Pjs until, well, right now! Taking late night hot baths and then staying up till wee hours watching free movies I get at the library. Or on Hulu, also free:) The summer has been quite nice actually, I'm not complaining. But it does leave time for getting all whimsical and dreamy and...lazy! To contrast: A typical REGULAR day during the school year starts early with the kids getting ready for school and then getting them there on time! After school we are off to activities or appts, doing homework and the day just goes by like a freight train rushing down the tracks. But now, with my work gone (FL office closed, shut down and bye bye working woman), and the kids home there's been lots of time to dream and think and those little spirit wings begin to sprout again. It's the way I love to be, but I must be careful. Freedom also brings bondage. You'd have to be me to understand that in it's full sense. Anyway, moving on...The last couple days have been quiet because my younger son is at sleep away camp. It feels crazy, this sound of silence in our home. I do miss him, his beautiful eyes and the hugs we share. But back to my summer here, I've had time to contemplate some business ideas. Two actually. One I had been thinking about since losing my job. I was pretty determined to see if it would work, did the research and set out to find buildings, but financially, I just don't think I can make it happen right now. So, off to business idea #2. Yes, I think I can make this one work! Not too much of an upfront investment...mainly just the legwork to find the clients. Haha, I'm not telling what though, but I'm quite excited at the idea, which was sparked by something I saw in a movie:) Let's see what blossoms from my spunky ideas. Both businesses have to do with what I love. I can't wait to see what happens! Stay tuned......:)
Okay, I'm changing gears, being random, as I like to be. Here is a simple little quote from Elizabeth Gilbert, who, by the way, happens to have a brilliant thought process. Here it is: L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle. It's Italian and translates, The love that moves the sun and other stars. Isn't that simply beautiful?! I would love to know if anyone has found that love. I know a couple that just married. They have it. And don't read that wrong, I have a great love. But...I'm talking about moving the sun and other stars. Ha! This is my quirky randomness here. I just started a blog so give me a break while I explore my thoughts. I write Virginia Woolf style anyway. You know, stream-of-consciousness. Well, if you've never heard of that or don't know what it is, look it up. I'm going to scoot along now and get my day going. Head out of the clouds and into the beautiful day!! Blessings to all you bloggers or whoever may be reading this. Love and light to you..
Okay, I'm changing gears, being random, as I like to be. Here is a simple little quote from Elizabeth Gilbert, who, by the way, happens to have a brilliant thought process. Here it is: L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle. It's Italian and translates, The love that moves the sun and other stars. Isn't that simply beautiful?! I would love to know if anyone has found that love. I know a couple that just married. They have it. And don't read that wrong, I have a great love. But...I'm talking about moving the sun and other stars. Ha! This is my quirky randomness here. I just started a blog so give me a break while I explore my thoughts. I write Virginia Woolf style anyway. You know, stream-of-consciousness. Well, if you've never heard of that or don't know what it is, look it up. I'm going to scoot along now and get my day going. Head out of the clouds and into the beautiful day!! Blessings to all you bloggers or whoever may be reading this. Love and light to you..
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
I Carry Your Heart
One of my fav poems by edward estlin cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don’t really expect it. Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And its not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away. Just a quote from Meredith Grey to get this baby started!
“People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don’t. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut’s long gone, the pain still lingers.”
Well I'm new to this whole blogging thing, but I'm excited to start writing and sharing some of my favorite poets and poems and quotes and thoughts and....stuff! I'm just excited to start on a blog journey! Will learn as I go. Right now just creating the template and the look and learning the ins and outs of this. Here I go...........
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