Tyger! Tyger! burning brightIn the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skiesBurnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art,Could twist the sinews of thy heart?And when thy heart began Continue reading
One of the worst things about winter is the cold. One of the best things about winter is the stars. Over hill and under tree Through lands where never light has shone By silver streams that run down to the sea Under cloud, beneath the stars Over snow and winter’s morn I turn at last to paths that lead home And though where the road Continue reading
// fields of golden rod are gracefully bowing their heads, leaving seeds that look like cotton – preparing for spring, even now. ” oh, Lord, how manifold are your works! In wisdom you have made them all. ” psalm 104:24
Life is sometimes hard. Things go wrong, in life and in love and in business and in friendship and in health and in all the other ways that life can go wrong. And when things get tough, this is what you should do. Make good art. [[Neil Gaiman]]
There are so many old palaces in New England. That’s right. Palaces. Kingdom’s of dust and stories of small heroic acts. Frankly, a single piece of brick could tell you a whole lot more about human nature than my philosophizing. Look at these old threads.
“I must have flowers, always, and always.” ― Claude Monet alwaysit’sSpring)and everyone’sin love and flowers pick themselves” ― E.E. Cummings “I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,’ said Priscilla.‘Then your soul is a golden narcissus,’ said Anne, ‘and Diana’s is like a red, red rose. Jane’s is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.’‘And our own Continue reading
My sisters & I were honored to be part of a ceremony for a dear friend last weekend. I wish I had a little more time in VA, it’s got such a great vibe in August — with the hot nights & southerness going on. Glad that someone else picked up the camera for these!
StarsIn your multitudesScarce to be countedFilling the darknessWith order and lightYou are the sentinelsSilent and sureKeeping watch in the nightKeeping watch in the nightYou know your place in the skyYou hold your course and your aimAnd each in your seasonReturns and returnsAnd is always the same | Les Miserables |