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Dec 2

Death tugs at my ear and says, “Live, I am coming.” -Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., poet, novelist, essayist, and physician (1809-1894)

Nov 28

William Blake

It’s the birthday of William Blake, (books by this author) born in London in 1757. He was a poet, a mystic, and an artist. When he was four, he told his parents that he saw God put his head in the window. And at age nine, he said that he saw a tree filled with angels. He wrote Songs of Innocence (1789) and Songs of Experience (1794), which were both very popular. He used his famous process of illuminated printing to illustrate his poems.

He said, “For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life.”

And,

“To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.”

From The Writer’s Almanac

Nov 27

While my mom and husband were slaving away in the kitchen, cooking the Thanksgiving dinner, I was busy stalking a hawk(?) perched on the shed outside our house. I wanted a shot of it flying away, with its wings spread, but I only got talons loosening their grip. Good enough for me.
hawk,

Nov 22

The Fireman

I love this album. Thanks to NPR, I’ve been listening to it for free, and I’m addicted to it. Of course, Paul McCartney can do (almost) no wrong in my opinion, but I particularly love his “experimental” side. I use the term “experimental” loosely with this album, because he sings on it, and, in my opinion, his voice is pretty mainstream/pop-ish. However, I love his voice, so I’m glad he’s singing. My faves are Sing the Changes, and Nothing Too Much Just Out of Sight.

Nov 21

dreams

I dreamt that I was in my childhood home with friends from my current life, and a maniacal, black bear came walking out of the woods (on two legs), and was obviously desperate for food. I told the people with me to shut the doors; I think they thought we could observe him from our back porch without fear, but I knew he meant business. We went to the top floor of my childhood home (there wasn’t a top floor in real life), where there were only windows, and we could watch as the beast careened from spot to spot, looking for something it could take down. I realized it was going to take down one of the animals, and I was struck with grief and helplessness. It decided to go after a cow tied to a tree–easy target–and I turned away to avoid seeing any crimson or pain.