Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
I've neglected this blog. I need to make sure I post every day. I have more than enough material... Today: Alfred makes a comment "a drop of soot on a rose petal". And this morning thought: changing underwear... as in... no matter what I've done to bring about change throughout my life it's no more significant than changing my underwear... sad... That said... yes, I put on clean underwear today and I no longer boil it! :D Unpacking... is coming along. So is reading. Writing? Gotta work on that. |