Perseids

Between the full moon, and oh yes, the fog, we may not get a chance to see the Perseids tonight.  But that doesn't prevent us from enjoying some starry poetry.  

Happy Friday!

Stars

Connect dots.
Make sky stories.
    Taurus the Bull
    Aries the Ram
    Leo the Lion
    The Big Dipper...

Tales stitched onto an endless night.

Find a star.
Sing sky songs:

Twinkle, twinkle little star...

When you wish upon a star...

Melodies sun
in a hushed night.

-Georgia Heard

smiling on the inside

"Until you have the inner discipline that brings calmness of mind, 

external facilities and conditions will never bring the joy and happiness you seek. 

On the other hand, if you possess this inner quality--calmness of mind, 

a degree of stability within--

even if you lack the various external factors that you would normally require to be happy, 

it will still be possible to live a happy and joyful life."

 -Dalai Lama 

gladly stubborn

'We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world.'

Jack Gilbert

distilled hope

Enjoying the sheer sloth of a Sunday morning with NO appointments or work.  Lovely.

'There's nothing like a good recipe to make you believe things will work out fine in the end....

Even the phrase 'Serves four' is hope distilled.'  

Anne Michaels

And look!!!!  Look what I found while watering the garden this morn.  Oh, happy day.

i HAVE heard the mermaids...

Another puny attempt to capture the majestic whoomph of the Blue Angels outside my window.

Piloting these planes has to be one of the most thrilling jobs in the world.

 a long-overdue ferry ride

 and then off to the beach!

 happy, happy toes

miniature grapes for a miniature princess

 

 a little bit of ham with our tea...

first cherries from the orchard

 

and a little T.S. to end the day:

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
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I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown	130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

tumbling mirth

As the Blue Angels are in town this week, thought it appropriate to have an avionic sort of poem.  While I am enjoying watching the pilots zip and zoom past my windows, Bogart is less than plused.  

 

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

— John Gillespie Magee, Jr

 

age-less joys

were you like me at the ending of childhood summers?  do you remember the delight of school supplies?  the woody scent of pencils, the organising possibilities with those crisp new folders, the heavy responsibility of choosing a binder when the old one fell to tatters...

Beautiful bouquet.

Grammar flashcard in the making.  Phrasals!  Modals!  Infinitives--split and otherwise!  Gerunds!