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 |
Homing Pigeon We wear our skin lightly and for but a short time, shed it as the hour arrives that it no longer serves. Joy fills us, gives us wings, when our Creator calls and enlightens the way for our Soul to take flight. Many are sad to see it go, but it's glad to be gone. It has traveled on home and will never return. © Kåre Enga (30.junio.2017) [174.165] /30:30.1/ |