treading water

Same old halls
same old floors
same old lights
same old chairs
same old rooms
same old everything
new me

"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

-from The Journey by Mary Oliver

Think of me

Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye
remember me every so often
promise me you'll try
on that day - that not so distant day
when you are far away and free
If you ever find a moment
spare a thought for me

and though it's clear
Though it was always clear
that this was never meant to be
If you happen to remember
stop and think of me

Think of me think of me waking
silent and resigned
imagine me
trying too hard to put you from my mind
think of me please say you'll think of me
whatever else you choose to do
There never will be a day
when I don't think of you

Andrew Loyd Webber Think Of Me

What's the story

I realize that the dawn
when we'll meet again
will never break,
so I give it up,
little by little, this love.
But something in me laughs
as I say this,
someone
shaking his head and chuckling
softly, Hardly, hardly
--Rumi a la coleman barks...

The birds are singing in your eyes today
Sweet flowers blossom in your smile
The wind and sun are in the words you say
Where might your lonesome lover be?

Birds maybe singing in my eyes this day
Sweet flowers blossom when I smile
But my soul is stormy and my heart blows wild
My sweetheart rides a ship on the sea
Though my soul is stormy and my heart blows wild
Where might my lonesome lover be?

By: Billy Bragg and Woodie Guthrie

To yield, I have learned, is to come back again.

Taoist Proverb

Love comes hungry to anyone's hand.
I found the newborn sparrow next to
the tumbled nest on the grass. Bravely

opening its beak. Cats circled, squirrels.
I tried to set the nest right but the wild
birds had fled. The knot of pinfeathers

sat in my hand and spoke. Just because
I've raised it by touch, doesn't mean it
follows. All day it pecks at the tin image of

a faceless bird. It refuses to fly,
though I've opened the door. What
sends us to each other? He and I

had a blue landcape, a village street,
some poems, bread on a plate. Love
was a camera in a doorway, love was

a script, a tin bird. Love was faceless,
even when we'd memorized each other's
lines. Love was hungry, love was faceless,

the sparrow sings, famished, in my hand.

Love Song -Carol Muske-Dukes

A thousand miles apart, yet the same moon shines over us all.

-Su Dongpo

Fire Lily

Though a living cannot be made at art, art makes life worth living. It makes starving, living. It makes worry, it makes trouble, it makes a life that would be barren of everything-living. It brings life to life.

John Sloan

Missed you

Oil Spill

Ok, this oil spill is horrible and will have lasting effects on the future of our world environment. It is a global tragedy and action should be taken to remedy the problem. Why would we create technology that has no fix when it breaks? Stupid. I borrowed this photo from the birdchick blog which has a great post on the spill, check it out here

photo taken by Charlie Riedel on the East Grand Terre Island in Louisiana