|Thanks to Barbara Tilley & Spiritual Ecology
A Holiday Folktale For the Kids
The Sprouting Grass Moon ~ April 26th
|OPEN ~ DOOR ~ BOOKS ~ MIND ~ HEART|
|Gathering With My Sibs |
At Our Airbnb
|As my friend Katy says:|
I don't even know ONE person without issues! Haha!
|HAPPY EARTH DAY!
"Earth laughs in flowers . . ."
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint,
Possessed the land which rendered to their toil
Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool, and wood.
Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm,
Saying, “’Tis mine, my children’s and my name’s.
How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees!
How graceful climb those shadows on my hill!
I fancy these pure waters and the flags
Know me, as does my dog: we sympathize;
And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.”
Where are these men? Asleep beneath their grounds:
And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough.
Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys
Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs;
Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet
Clear of the grave.
They added ridge to valley, brook to pond,
And sighed for all that bounded their domain;
“This suits me for a pasture; that’s my park;
We must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-ledge,
And misty lowland, where to go for peat.
The land is well, —lies fairly to the south.
’Tis good, when you have crossed the sea and back,
To find the sitfast acres where you left them.”
Ah! the hot owner sees not Death, who adds
Him to his land, a lump of mould the more.
Hear what the Earth say:—
“Mine and yours;
Mine, not yours.
Shine down in the old sea;
Old are the shores;
But where are old men?
I who have seen much,
Such have I never seen.
“The lawyer’s deed
To them and to their heirs
Who shall succeed,
“Here is the land,
Shaggy with wood,
With its old valley,
Mound and flood.
But the heritors?—
Fled like the flood's foam.
The lawyer and the laws,
And the kingdom,
Clean swept herefrom.
“They called me theirs,
Who so controlled me;
Yet every one
Wished to stay, and is gone,
How am I theirs,
If they cannot hold me,
But I hold them?”
When I heard the Earth-song
I was no longer brave;
My avarice cooled
Like lust in the chill of the grave.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)
American essayist, poet, transcendentalist
|Alleyway Art ~ Lafayette, Indiana|
"Like so many of the best contemporary poems, a number of works included here awaken us to a sanctity or beauty that pulses beneath the quotidian skin of daily life . . . the idiosyncractic struggles and delights of ordinary people . . .
. . . profound meaning resides not in a moment of transcendence but in the un - romanticized rigors of daily life. . . .
. . . For so many contemporary poets mine for meaning in the mundane -- in the small particulars -- when we might expect them to cast their gaze on larger transcendent truths. Contemporary poets are not fooled by the seeming absence of light in the everday. They uncover and call our attention to the lower realm's inherent luminescence. . . .
. . . the best place to find the Infinite is in the finite, and the best place to find the universal is in the particular." (xi - xiii, emphasis added)
|Larger Context ~ "Your Face Here"
Quotidian ~ Life
|Original "Woman in Gold" ~ completed 1907
by Gustav Klimt (1862 - 1918)
|Same Quotidian Windowsill, Same Vase!|
|Another vase of daffodils from Katie;
little green Easter basket from Beata!
~ special effects ~
|Vintage Easter Tokens ~ Treasures From Sir Igor
And a little card which I picked up at
a Missouri antiques store way back in 1976!
Farewell to a Friend
Farewell, dear friend, sweet friend, farewell:
Oh, how I'll miss your cheery smile!
When days were dark and skies were gray,
You kept me smiling all the while.
Just like a lovely hot-house rose,
Unblighted by a winter's day,
You shed a perfume rich and rare,
On all who chance to pass your way.
A rose, of earth and heaven born,
So human yet divine your heart;
To know you is to love you, dear,
Oh, how I'll miss you when apart!
With a heart and soul in sympathy,
Reluctantly I bid adieu,
To all your love and tenderness:
Farewell, sweet friend -- farewell to you!
~ from A Soul's Appeal: And Other Poems
~ by the Actress Convert Irene West
|I could not find the dates of her life,
but here is the poet's portrait ca 1917
|A Diamond of a Morning|
|Where Moonlight Burned|
|I Saw A Planet Shine|
|The Return of Prodigal Son ~ 2009
by Iszchan Nazarian (b. 1946)
Such a great, beseeching visual of this parable!
|The Prodigal's Return ~ 1920s
by Ambrose Dudley (1867 - 1951)
|The Definitive History of 'Trust the Process'|
|The Rites of Spring, aka L'Aurora
by Salvador Dalì, 1904-1989
|"The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat . . ."
~ Edward Lear ~
|Thanks Gene & Gerry!|
"That Aprille with his shoures soote"
|Thanks to my friend Ellen |
for sharing this one!