It hasn’t snowed in my area this year yet. And so I dug into last year’s photos when we got our first icing of the year on the last day of Christmas, Epiphany. From the Three Kings, yup– all 6 centimeters in one evening! Please enjoy these poems nestled in my happy place.
A #tanka about conjuring a 'little spring' into your winter season by popping in one (or two) fruity candy drops in your mouth. I hope you felt something like a bit of spring, move inside your soul as you read.
"No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds..." – No! by Thomas Hood I'm a great fan of November: Yes-November! #dVerse
For most people, this time of the year is a pleasant period. I close my eyes and can smell it: Sweet clementine, cinnamon, clove, and anisette cookies. But I’m nowhere close to any of those things. What do you see when you close your eyes?
Three choices I present to you today, Only three; more than three is surplus. Which school of thought is close to your heart? Will one sag you, will one edify you, will one fit?
This post is of the time I partnered with the wonderful David of The Skeptic's Kaddish. Giving the poem another airing. Please enjoy.
From one mother to another. Here are my attributes for what makes pretty, pretty. Please add to it if you know of other ways of recognizing the markers of a pretty person. *wink*
Imagine: the ferryman rowing you to the fifth circle over the Styx River. Dumping you overboard to fight each other and drown in the muddy waters for eternity.
For this week's espresso, the other attribute I deem important is Kindness. The kindness of spirit that's part and parcel of every human. Please share your thoughts with me.
What must one possess to be beautiful? Today I'd like to talk to you about one attribute to that end: Elegance -- What is it? And how do you recognize it?
Things still need to run their course, but getting close to my manifested results has me satisfied. The lesson: appreciate your abilities to reason, and remember to employ spirit.
Rosa Parks was 42 y.o then, and the only tired she was, was tired of giving in. Here's a little nugget of wisdom you can use from the first lady of civil rights.