white poppy wishes, by
roxanne s. sukhan
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
... so many things arrived upon me today ... here ... and ...
the moon
it is the moon that has come to comfort the night, singing of the mysteries that lay a moment away in the days to come, where even the shadows are glowing
Loved this...it (the moon) comforts me, it always has.
Curious that you posted this when my deepest concerns for you came upon me while sitting in the dark on my driveway, under a cresent moon last night (stretching after my walk)...I prayed for you- thinking of you being home alone. I'm thankful that tonight you will not be by yourself.
I have to go make dinner- the natives are getting restless :) Hugs and sleep well- both of you.
mayden ~ curious. we are all connected. somehow. hugs back acha.
piktor ~ it is. the artist's name is laura pelick and that is her website, with samples of her work. i love the airy, somewhat spiritual, ethereal quality of her work ... apparently the art was not "lost" ... only hiding out in Customs ...
I used to find comfort in the moon. Then I moved to a place where I can rarely see it unless it's full. Maybe I'll someday take comfort again in Luna, as I hope you're doing these days.
x-dell ~ we miss the moon and the stars alot in the "winter" because its always so overcast. that's what i loved about manitoba - particularly when we lived out in the middle of nowhere (i.e. out in the country) ... its friggin FREEEZING there and so, always clear at night ... it almost makes you think you could be at the planetarium.
Through effective change in myself, first and foremost, I can effect change in my surroundings in a most genuine and compassionate manner. This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. When negative energy and thinking threaten to darken my path, I can brighten my way through the light of acceptance and positive energy. I choose ~ it starts with me.
~written 04.10.2008, revised 20.03.2009~
"Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. The afternoon glow is brightening the bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of the pines is heard in our kettle. Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things." ~ Okakura Kakuzo, The Book of Tea
"All of us live in exile in a real way. As St. Paul puts it, we see as 'through a glass darkly,' through an enigma, separated always partially from God and each other." ~ Ron Rolheiser, OMI
"Truth is shattered into a thousand pieces when God throws it down to earth." ~Avivah Gottlieb Zornberg
"If you ask me 'How did Jesus raise the dead?' I will kiss you on the lips, and say 'like this'..." ~Rumi
"Everything you can imagine is real." ~Picasso
"Writing is a form of memory." ~Unknown
“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” ~ Steve Jobs
"An illustration of activity in stillness is in the spinning of a top. At its greatest speed there is most apparent stillness, and we say the top is then ‘asleep.’” ~Isabella Mears
"A certain skinlessness goes with the ability to observe and describe feelings. This does not make for blithe unconsciousness. Writers are doubters, compulsives, self-flagellants. The torture only stops for brief moments." ~ Erica Jong, Fear of Fifty
“The act of building is the physical tangible expression of promise.” ~ Unknown
'The camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera.' ~ Dorothea Lange
9 comments:
"Where even the shadows are glowing" - nice image and somehow accurate though paradoxical.
the image captured me ... i love birds, particularly doves.
this poem resonates with me, for some reason ... particularly that line.
wishing you a good week, paul.
lovely. so glad this day brings light to you!
she ~ didja see mah dawwgie? didja see 'im? he arrived in the mail!
yes ~ the dawn, indeed, can and does blossom from the deepest stalk of darkness. i sent you a lengthy email. take your time taking it all in.
Loved this...it (the moon) comforts me, it always has.
Curious that you posted this when my deepest concerns for you came upon me while sitting in the dark on my driveway, under a cresent moon last night (stretching after my walk)...I prayed for you- thinking of you being home alone.
I'm thankful that tonight you will not be by yourself.
I have to go make dinner- the natives are getting restless :)
Hugs and sleep well- both of you.
Mantissa, is that the artwork that got lost in the mail? I like it.
mayden ~ curious. we are all connected. somehow. hugs back acha.
piktor ~ it is. the artist's name is laura pelick and that is her website, with samples of her work. i love the airy, somewhat spiritual, ethereal quality of her work ... apparently the art was not "lost" ... only hiding out in Customs ...
I used to find comfort in the moon. Then I moved to a place where I can rarely see it unless it's full. Maybe I'll someday take comfort again in Luna, as I hope you're doing these days.
x-dell ~ we miss the moon and the stars alot in the "winter" because its always so overcast. that's what i loved about manitoba - particularly when we lived out in the middle of nowhere (i.e. out in the country) ... its friggin FREEEZING there and so, always clear at night ... it almost makes you think you could be at the planetarium.
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