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Tag Archives: Poetry
We Are All Invited —
Come, come whoever you are, Wanderer, worshipper, lover of learning, It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times. Come, come yet again, come. —- Jelalu’ddin … Continue reading
TODAY’S PORTRAIT: violet
In contrast to cheery Johnny Jump-ups and bold-faced pansies, there’s an introverted branch of the Violaceae family. Violets, true violets, are modest and demure. They shelter underneath their heart-shaped leaves, and even great masses of them never seem to call attention to themselves. Unless … Continue reading
Posted in Art, Life and Death, Mindfulness, Nature, Personal Essay, Poetry, Quotes, Wisdom
Tagged Beauty, Death, Elegies, Flowers, Modesty, Poetry, Violets, Wordsworth
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Appearance and Deception —
We were happily wandering in a lovely area of the fabulous gardens at Chanticleer, in Wayne, PA, when we came across a dark stone Hermit’s Pool with fast-running water: It took a while for the shock to register. The photo reminds me of one of British … Continue reading
Posted in Doubt, Life and Death, Poetry, Wisdom
Tagged Appearance, Deception, Poetry, Stevie Smith
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Spring in the Heart
Coming along the mountain path Somehow it tugs my heart Wild violet (trans. Lesley Downer) The mercury slunk down to – 12 Fahrenheit last night. Or thereabouts. At such low temperatures, what difference does it make? All is white, white, … Continue reading
What Matters in the End?
Here is one answer, from playwright, author, actor Alice Childress: “Life is just a short walk from the cradle to the grave, and it sure behooves us to be kind to one another along the way.” And here is another, from … Continue reading
Posted in Challenge, Definitions, Democracy, Freedom, Life and Death, Personal Essay, Quotes
Tagged Bible, Compassion, Dogs, Help, Human Beings, Kindness, Poetry
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Getting Up Early in the Morning?
I know lots of people who do, but I don’t. (Normally, that is. This photo is an anomaly.) The warm shelter of the quilt is too cozy, my body insists on just a few more minutes — and then a … Continue reading
INNUMERACY
I think I’ve confessed this publicly before: I am innumerate. What an illiterate is among letters, I am among numbers. It’s a skill I don’t possess. A magnetic field, or rather anti-magnetic field, surrounds me, and I repel mathematical understanding. … Continue reading
Posted in Challenge, Etcetera, Failure, Poetry
Tagged Innumeracy, Literacy, Mathematics, Numbers, Poetry
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The Way It Is in the Winter of the Soul —
Almost February, the nadir of the year (according to me). Even though the light has begun returning, it is still a dark time, cold, snowy, gray when it isn’t black. My head tells me that, underneath the snowy blanket outside, … Continue reading
Posted in Challenge, Etcetera, Life and Death, winter, Wisdom
Tagged Heart, Hope, Knitting, Life and Death, Poetry, Winter
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Arise, My Love!
(Note to self: Keep camera by bedside ready to go. Get up earlier, and get out of bed. Northampton may not be the desert, but surely it can muster up a sunrise! Go outside and look at the new day before … Continue reading
On Being Innumerate
I am innumerate. And what is that? most everyone will ask (except, perhaps, a few other sufferers.) It really is a word found in dictionaries, and it means (in the simplest definition): “marked by an ignorance of mathematics and the scientific … Continue reading