Can extract sunshine from a cloudy day!

Join the great company of those who make the barren places of life fruitful with kindness. Carry a vision of heaven in your hearts, and you shall make your name,your college, the world, correspond to that vision. Your success and happiness lie within you. External conditions are the accidents of life, its outer wrappings. The great, enduring realities are love and service. Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow. Resolve to keep happy, and your joy and you shall form an invincible host against difficulty. ~ Helen Keller
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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

by my bedside

"I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone." ~ Rilke

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Delighted the sun (finally)  begged indulgence and my room is a cheerful yellow lucent glow where it touches ( insert smile)! Most heavily without mercy an affront by nature - continuous pouring day after day stretching for more than a week. Granted the cool spate was something of relief, nevertheless, an  insipid  sensation of dampness and gray can heartlessly bore into the pores of one's soul. And true, was it not a few occasions wherein I found myself in the brink of morose? And R said, and much do I agree, that for a lady with  geniality of heart, I accept morose and any expressive taciturn  ( when it visits) with a tenacious grip.

Ah, but today the sun is dancing! Pollens everywhere are rejoicing, spamming themselves in prolific bursts puffed up in the air, reveling in the triumph of light, twirling where the breeze may, then softly landing where chance commands. Quite like my thoughts. 

 My mind in theatrics buttered by the companion of  shadow friends in residence within pages. It was last night when I took this. Yes, as the rains lightly yielded its marble remnants, peacefully I was accompanied by my July opus of inspiration. My muse whispered, "capture the essence of it."  I'm glad I did. ( Insert smile.)

Monday, August 1, 2011

the point is

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ  Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now,because you would not be able to live them, and the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps, then, someday, far in the future, gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Each day I discover them, magnanimous souls who posses ethereal phrase and behest crimson colors, and whose pulse rivet up and down platelets of refined velvet notes coiled together as  tender vines of vintage grapes soaking tendrils under the faint pink blush of our rising sun....

The point is how fortuitous my days to come across my geniuses of ladies and gents. As if crossing the street of some venerable epoch, they all came a' gathered at an August dinner for peers and such and my presence acknowledged and welcomed as one of the fold.

Ah, allow me this diversion.For though my life is ripe with loves and my friends an appendage to my heart,  my bosom friends fill my inner world with such elan, appearing to my senses in the most profuse manner of giving and teaching -  their lessons most edifying to my soul.

And I am molded each day.


Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Rilke

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Oleg Tromifov

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Erik Satie

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Maggie

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Musicusblau

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ George Eliot

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Anita Shreve