I’m getting lots of hugs at work this week. I’ve been pretty emotional in my classes, because I know this is the last I’ll see of the wonderful little people who have filled my life with their smiles, energy, and open-ness for so long. They sense that I am experiencing something that makes my presence feel different than usual. They may not be able to grasp the finality of my good-byes (they are only 4 and 5 years old, after all), but they are giving me extra hugs to show tha
Of the Surface of Things
In my room, the world is beyond my understanding;
But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four
hills and a cloud.
From my balcony, I survey the yellow air,
Reading where I have written,
“The spring is like a belle undressing.”
The gold tree is blue,
The singer has pulled his cloak over his head.
The moon is in the folds of the cloak.
………….~ Wallace Stevens Shadow Moon #plants #moon #surface #WallaceStevens #trees #understanding #cl
.. You never know when something you have said or done plants a seed in another’s mind, ready to bear fruit in the future. It’s too easy to just get mired in habit, to say what’s expected, to act as if the moment isn’t important. Planting a Seed In Moonlight
just beyond the mind’s
It has to do with seeds.
The earth’s insomnia.
The garden going on
needing no one
to watch it
not even the moon.
…….~ Lorna Crozier, from The Garden Go
It Is Night Wind turns back the sheets of the field.
What needs to sleep, sleeps there.
What needs to rest. The door has fallen from the moon.
It floats in the slough, all knob and hinges. Now the moon’s so open
anything could walk right through. Only the fox is travelling.
One minute he’s a cat, the next a coyote. Enough light to see by
yet my mouth lies in darkness.
What needs to sleep, sleeps there.
What needs to rest. Outside my mind, the wind is reckoning.
. Fences If you strive for the moon, maybe you’ll get over the fence.
…..~ James Wood
It doesn’t matter which side of the fence you get off on sometimes. What matters most is getting off. You cannot make progress without making decisions.
…..~ Jim Rohn #decisions #moon #JamesWood #fences #JimRohn #progress #CWWOL20111112
Nasa Science News offers some facts about Super Moons, and the moon in general: For reasons not fully understood by astronomers or psychologists, low-hanging Moons look unnaturally large when they beam through trees, buildings and other foreground objects. On March 19th, why not let the “Moon illusion” amplify a full Moon that’s extra-big to begin with? The swollen orb rising in the east at sunset may seem so nearby, you can almost reach out and touch it.< But Mary Oliver kno
The March 19 “Super Moon” was spectacular to behold. My husband and I had the good fortune of being in the country, so no street lights blurred our vision. When the moon first rose, we saw it as a blazing orange, with an azure sky behind it ~ I’d say faux New Mexico, but this was very real. The sky went from turquoise at the horizon and different gradations led it into ultramarine, which took over as the sky darkened. My little digital camera. fine for my usual guerilla photo
Harvest Moon, September 2010 Competition Shine on, shine on harvest moon
Up in the sky,
I ain’t had no lovin’
Since January, February, June or July
Snow Time ain’t no time to stay
Outdoors and spoon,
So shine one, shine on harvest noon
For me and my gal.
…………….~ by Nora Bayes and Jack Norworth, 1903 #harvestmoon #LIZAMINNELLI #lovin #moon
Trust Robert Genn to get you excited about your substandard stuff. In a letter entitled Fun with retreads, Genn explains how he reworks an old painting. His kicker comes in the final paragraph: The greatest thing in the world is desire. If you have enough of it you can fix anything. Paintings can languish for a year or more before the light of desire turns green. Sometimes the needed epiphany is right in your face. Faith in your own procedures and abhorrence of overworking ar
In October, I viewed a documentary about an a creature that has held my fascination for years. A Murder of Crows described the common crow as “one of the most intelligent, playful and mischievous species on the planet.” After learning that the crow can fashion tools and recognize faces, I became even more enamored with this species. However, I do not anthropomorphize them into smart and sinister bad boys of the bird world. I am not sure exactly why my head always turns when I
I hardly send a letter anymore; email has ruined my postal patience. Sending a letter is excruciatingly, and not very trustworthy. The Letter carrier’s code has gone awry. I have also become reliant on click-able links to add interest to my missive. But snail mail still delivers a few things that email, as yet, cannot. Parcels, for instance. All my online book purchases and DVDs arrive in my mailbox. And my magazines. Every time a package arrives, I grab it and put it aside
With the full power of the moon behind her, this woman invokes clarity. But clarity does not necessarily arrive quickly, in an easily discernible package, hovering just above our gaze before wrapping us in its bright tendrils. Rather, we piece all the various small revelations together, and begin to fathom a more spacious vision with each shining quilt, painting or poem that we “complete.” Perhaps “completion” is not the direction we want to move towards, with its suggestion