Honeyanne

look what I can do...

I just love love love Ez from Creature Comforts and all the fabulous work she does finding beautiful images all over the world wide web. She's a treasure seeker. My favorite posts are from her Inspiration Daily category. OMgosh, I love them soooo much that I had to learn how to do it myself. And she, being so generous and ingenious shared her secrets. So, I took a bunch of pictures and followed her instruction and guess what...

Now I can pull the colors out of the sublime I see in the world around me and, I don't know, sit back to gaze at them, looking pretty-as-you please all in a row. I can't think just what to do with them right now but it's scrumptious eye candy. Don't you just want to pop a square in your mouth and give it a chew? Or is it just me?

oh to be young ...

“There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.” Sophia Loren

poets' corner...

When I was in high school I would spend some of my lunch in the library.  Tucked on a lonely bottom shelf and huddled together (to keep warm I suppose) was a rather sparce collection of poetry. There I would sit, cross legged, breathing deeply the perfume of poetry - mostly Shakespeare's sonnets.  I remember trying to wrap my head around T.S Eliot.  I read Robert Frost and Emily Dickenson but not very well.  I didn't understand with my mind, the words on the page, but I felt them. My heart translated a message meaningful to me. Unfortunately, I never pursued the love affair much beyond that. 

Imagine if I had ... imagine what would have become of me ... a MA in English ... Years of concentrated poetry reading, poetry writing, poetry reciting ... Feeling so immensely all the time ... Emerging myself in a world of emotions and wrestling madly to put them into verse ... It all seems so delicious ...

but I did not. 

Instead, I continue to finger through random volumes here or there. Mostly, I seek them on You-tube.  I like to hear them read aloud.  Listening to someone who knows a little something about a poem helps me to read it better for myself.  It helps me to catch the rhythm and meter.  I can better get caught up in the music of the verse. So, from time to time I hope to share what touches me.

 

best prayer ever...

 

words to remember...

(Look closely at her nose...)

If you think you are too small to be effective, you have never been in bed with a mosquito. ~Betty Reese

an offering ...

My favorite thing right now is to skim through the photo files my children put together. They see things with the unique freshness of youth, don't you agree? Tansy may be a little mortified that I am sharing some of her "work" but somethings are more important than the bashful feelings of a 14 year old. Art is not meant to be kept hidden from view - it must be offered and enjoyed.

What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose. ~Willa Cather

ode to summer ...

To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee.
~Emily Dickinson

i love a parade ...

Mary served as a nurse in the WWII. She is one of the nicest people I've met in a long time. When I first moved to Raymond she was first to welcome me and is one of my favorite people at church. Hers was my favorite float in the parade (next to the one my children were on, naturally).