Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Quote of the Day


Anxiety is one little tree in your forest. 
Step back and look at the whole forest.

- Unknown

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Monday, February 8, 2016

Kilt Monday!

'Cause let's face it,
Mondays can be so rough, hard, difficult.


Sunday, February 7, 2016

Dusk in Winter

- W. S. Merwin

The sun sets in the cold without friends
Without reproaches after all it has done for us
It goes down believing in nothing
When it has gone I hear the stream running after it
It has brought its flute it is a long way


from: The Lice, Copyright 1967.

Saturday, February 6, 2016

It's A Garden Party - Just Checking In




This feature, originally known as Saturday Farmer's Market, was created by Heather at Capricious Reader, and then hosted by Chris at Stuff as Dreams are Made on.

Hi all!
I'm still here. How about you?


The Praying Mantis
 - Ogden Nash

From whence arrived the praying mantis?
From outer space, or lost Atlantis?
glimpse the grin, green metal mug
at masks the pseudo-saintly bug,
Orthopterous, also carnivorous,
And faintly whisper, Lord deliver us.

Friday, February 5, 2016

Sonnet 97

 - William Shakespeare
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!
And yet this time remov'd was summer's time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

How About A Little Winter Break?

Orchards In July
 - Zbigniew Machej

Waters from cold springs
and glittering minerals
tirelessly wander.
Patient, unceasing,
they overcome granite, layers
of hungry gravel, iridescent
precincts of clay. If they abandon
themselves to the black
roots it's only to go
up, as high as possible
through wells hidden
under the bark of fruit trees. Through
the green touched with gray, of leaves,
fallen petals of white
flowers with rosy edges,
apples heavy with sweet redness
and their bitterish seeds.
O, waters from cold
springs and glittering
minerals. You are awaited
by a cirrus with a fluid
sunny outline
and by an abyss of blue
which has been rinsed
in the just wind.  

from: A Book of Luminous Things, Copyright 1966.
 

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Quote of the Day


People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.

                                                                                                    - Thich Nhat Hanh