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This lovely random heart was temporarily tattooed on a brick wall on 15th Street. It was gone by the next day, but it made me smile. Happy Feast of Saint Valentine.
Denver, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “Age does not protect you from love, but love, to some extent, protects you from age.” – Jeanne Moreau
Daily gratitudes:
MKL
Sherp
Birdsong
Packing
Snuggly cats
The loveliest hearts are crafted by hand and take infinite time to realize their whole beauty.
Jost van Dyke, British Virgin Islands.
Quote of the day: “The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.” – Carl Jung
Daily gratitudes:
The magpie perched on the back of the reclining cow
The first calves of the season
The last remaining Christmas lights on the tree across the street
My pug pillow, which makes me feel like there’s a pug sitting at the end of the red couch, watching me
Hugs
Today’s guest poet – e.e. cummings (I so enjoyed reading more of his work after photokunstler said she was fond of him. His poetry is amazing, slightly bizarre, and quite thought-provoking.)
being to timelessness as it’s to time
being to timelessness as it’s to time,
love did no more begin than love will end:
where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swim
love is the air the ocean and the land
(do lovers suffer? all divinities
proudly descending put on deathful flesh:
are lovers glad? only their smallest joy’s
a universe emerging from a wish)
love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear:
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun more last than star
– do lovers love? why then to heaven with hell.
whatever sages say and fools, all’s well
Marvelous artist Michael Durst’s work is available here: http://www.artbreak.com/heartscapeart/works
Today’s guest poet – Maya Angelou
Remembrance
Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason
When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my breasts, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.
Shall I wear widow’s weeds?
Drape the mirrors in black crepe
so I cannot see the age and pain
in my reflection?
so my soul
does not get trapped
within the glass?
Shall I pad the carpets
so my footfalls
are silent?
All in mourning for
years of dreams
cast aside
by a callow
sleight of hand?
Perhaps so,
on chilled and rainy March days
when it seems the warmth is lost
forever.
For the remaining days, though,
I will wear the colors of the Caribbean
and hope my eyes reflect the sun.
I will trace my fingers through
imaginary sand
and watch as light falls
into remembered seas
growning new again.
The wine tonight is
an ironic little red
called Il Bastardo.
It complements
the raw meat of my heart
So well.
That same heart
you once held
beating in your hands
one night.
Do you remember?
I said
what are you doing to me
You said
what does it feel like
I said
it feels like you are holding my heart
You said
i am.
Tonight
On a night that is
What neither of us
Would have expected
I
cook chicken
want for a splatter screen
listen to a forgotten thunderstorm
watch the headlights of cars in the dimness of sunset
And remember you.
Since, as I have said before, I feel that gratitude may be an important missing link in my life, I am starting the daily blessings page – daily may be pushing it at first but it’s important that we all remember to look for the little things that bring us joy. (And one of those is that I can indeed sound like a Hallmark card on occassion, and so have reason to laugh at myself.)
Please feel free to send a comment with something that warmed your heart today, and in the days to come, and I’ll be happy to include it here. The more we see to be grateful for, and the more we share the little joys with one another, the stronger and happier we will all feel.
