Sunday, November 17, 2013
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
“Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off: it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—-
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.”
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Recently, my dearheart, gifted me with one of his garden's delightful artichoke flowers!
Cabbage - by John Mullins
"Cabbage is like a folded-up flower all tight and closed up from the world or like an artichoke. Why are you closed up from the world, why? You tell me that everyone is closed up from the world? No, that's not true. Here. Let me help you open your leaves, oh leafy one."
Sunday, May 13, 2012
At last they found her in a sack of potatoes! She grew a fancy headdress and tail just for them. Together they wandered around happily in the forest, singing their love songs ~!~
Happy Mother's Day to all!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
My heartfelt thanks go straight to you Gail for recognizing something kindred in the 'Timekeeper" and thus inviting her to reside with you and Anshin. I just know that the little timekeeper feels very content, calm and serene with you both - and she's probably even forgotten about counting shells for a while!
Dear Sweet Gail, Thank You for 'cherishing' the timekeeper - and in the words of Rabindranath Tagore, I say to you again:
"Let not my thanks to thee rob my silence of its fuller homage."
Special *thanks* to Robbie & William!
Friday, December 23, 2011
A lost thing came to me
a beautiful lost thing
it was tumbling around all the time
turning over and over inside
creating lovely facets
that when held to the light of my senses
pierced me with their splendor
and reminded me that home is my haven
and there are special keys to unlock the doors
as prisms of light swirl and dance in and around
forgotten senses ... wildly new, these inside dancers
and the fullness of seasons belongs to them. -sjp
:: May all of your inside dancers come out and happily play together in this wintry holiday season and the new year to come ::
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
While visiting an exhibition of Noh Theatre costumes, I read this on one of the placards. I just love how expressively it describes the beauty of this art form: