“We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”
— William Shakespeare
Nature
“AUTUMNAL
Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer’s loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.
Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time’s deceit.
Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.
Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.”
~ Ernest Dowson ~
Life is like a garden
And friendship like a flower,
That blooms and grows in beauty
With the sunshine and the shower.
And lovely are the blossoms
That are tended with great care,
By those who work unselfishly
To make the place more fair.
And, like the garden blossoms,
Friendship’s flower grows more sweet
When watched and tended carefully
By those we know and meet.
And, if the seed of friendship
Is planted deep and true
And watched with understanding,
Friendship’s flower will bloom for you.
“Why we love with close hearts
Why we love with souls apart
Let the love flow from hearts to souls,
Let the world glow”
― Megha Khare
I am the dust in the sunlight,
I am the ball of the sun…
I am the mist of morning,
the breath of evening…
I am the spark in the stone,
the gleam of gold in the metal…
The rose and the nightingale
drunk with its fragrance.
I am the chain of being,
the circle of the spheres,
The scale of creation,
the rise and the fall.
I am what is and is not…
I am the soul in all.
Rumi
The Stallion, Gillibrand, 1817
Charles Towne
"Horses contributed significantly to Britain’s rich history and culture. They played an important role in hunting and the sport of organized horse racing. Either arena could have been where this gray stallion frolicked. Charles Towne obtained great celebrity with his portraits of working animals. Painted with diligent and affectionate care, this portrait suggests the animal’s importance to its owner. The stallion’s name, Gillibrand, could connect it to a Mr. Gillibrand who was a registered breeder of racehorses in Cheshire, near Liverpool."
Lakota Instructions for Living
White Buffalo Calf Woman
Friend do it this way – that is,
whatever you do in life,
do the very best you can
with both your heart and mind.
And if you do it that way,
the Power Of The Universe
will come to your assistance,
if your heart and mind are in Unity.
When one sits in the Hoop Of The People,
one must be responsible because
All of Creation is related.
And the hurt of one is the hurt of all.
And the honor of one is the honor of all.
And whatever we do affects everything in the universe.
If you do it that way – that is,
if you truly join your heart and mind
as One – whatever you ask for,
that’s the Way It’s Going To Be.
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Your inspiration this week is windows.
Use a window to frame your shot.
Show us what you see out the window from the place where you usually blog.
Use a window to give structure to your photo.
Or make a window itself your subject.
To get more creative, use the glass in a window to add texture to your photo.
Share an image focused on someone’s eyes, or of a landscape
or piece of art that’s like a window to another world for you.
Words by Michelle Weber
Four Quartets, East Coker No. 2, 1,
T. S. Eliot
“In that open field
If you do not come too close, if you do not come too close,
On a summer midnight, you can hear the music
Of the weak pipe and the little drum
And see them dancing around the bonfire
The association of man and woman
In daunsinge, signifying matrimonie—
A dignified and commodiois sacrament.
Two and two, necessarye coniunction,
Holding eche other by the hand or the arm
Whiche betokeneth concorde. Round and round the fire
Leaping through the flames, or joined in circles,
Rustically solemn or in rustic laughter
Lifting heavy feet in clumsy shoes,
Earth feet, loam feet, lifted in country mirth
Mirth of those long since under earth
Nourishing the corn. Keeping time,
Keeping the rhythm in their dancing
As in their living in the living seasons
The time of the seasons and the constellations
The time of milking and the time of harvest
The time of the coupling of man and woman
And that of beasts. Feet rising and falling.
Eating and drinking. Dung and death.
Dawn points, and another day
Prepares for heat and silence. Out at sea the dawn wind
Wrinkles and slides. I am here
Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning.”
Maverick Mist 