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 |
She would grate carrots, julienne jujubes, gently braise two parrots, plonk them into a pot. We were grateful when she moved on. We arranged a wake, set before her portrait an offering of burnt toast, fermented herring and rotted cheese. |
Each scar, each mole, each imperfection reminds me that I once was young and self-conscious, thinking I was ugly, unaware how age would rob me of that fleeting beauty. But — post-acne and pre-wrinkle — I had my moments in the sun. |