Love’s Gleaning Tide
by William Morris
Draw not away thy hands, my love,
With wind alone the branches move,
And though the leaves be scant above
The Autumn shall not shame us.
Say; Let the world wax cold and drear,
What is the worst of all the year
But life, and what can hurt us, dear,
Or death, and who shall blame us?
Ah, when the summer comes again
How shall we say, we sowed in vain?
The root was joy, the stem was pain
The ear a nameless blending.
The root is dead and gone, my love,
The stem’s a rod our truth to prove;
The ear is stored for nought to move
Till heaven and earth have ending.
“Everyone dreams, but not everybody remembers their dreams because some people go into delta; they go too low.” — Sylvia Browne
Weekly Photo Challenge: Delta
"Of all the traits ascribed to salamanders, the ones relating to fire have stood out most prominently. This connection probably originates from a behavior common to many species of salamander: hibernating in and under rotting logs. When wood was brought indoors and put on the fire, the creatures "mysteriously" appeared from the flames. The 16th-century Italian artist Benvenuto Cellini (1500–1571) famously recalled witnessing just such an appearance as a child in his autobiography."
"If Salamander has crept across your path;
Salamander is asking you if your are using your time wisely. It is important to make the best use of your time and to balance the opportunities that are available to us. Know that you have the ability to make the adjustments necessary in order to seize the moment.
Alternatively the appearance of this amphibian heralds transformation. It also announces assistance with this change from a source somewhere outside of ourselves. This could be either through an unexpected person or unique resource. This assistance is temporary and will only stay as long as needed." [Sources: Spirit Animal Totems, Wikipedia.] 🦎
“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First to let go of life.
Finally, to take a step without feet.”
“We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise we harden”
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.” ― Dean Jackson