20 April 2014

The Invitation

I leave this notice on my door
For each accustom’d visitor:—

‘I am gone into the fields
To take what this sweet hour yields.'

Radiant Sister of the Day,
Awake! arise! and come away!
Where the lawns and pastures be,
And the sandhills of the sea;
Where the melting hoar-frost wets
The daisy-star that never sets,
And wind-flowers, and violets
Which yet join not scent to hue,
Crown the pale year weak and new;
When the night is left behind
In the deep east, dun and blind,
And the blue noon is over us,
And the multitudinous
Billows murmur at our feet
Where the earth and ocean meet,
And all things seem only one
In the universal sun.

— Percy Bysshe Shelley


I am from God and shall return to God.
The loving God will grant me a little light,
Which will light me into that eternal blissful life.
—from Des Knaben Wunderhorn

16 April 2014

An Ideal Weekend

I so love the scent of the steam and the quiet that ensues when I'm ironing.
(It's a very good time to problem solve, daydream,
or contemplate where each item came from.)

  Great Aunts....  dear friends.... jumble sales.... antique shops.

Despite the danger of fraying and wear
they are routinely used, washed, and ironed.

Better to be pressed into service than languish in a drawer or trunk,
their beauty never seen or enjoyed.

The more mundane towels are left out and at hand,
ready for dish-drying or cleanups.

There is a lovely satisfaction that comes from indulging
in all those relatively mindless tasks
that leave me feeling I've actually accomplished something.

Carry on.

15 April 2014

To the Moon

Our moon on Sunday evening was shrouded in mist,
but she was beautiful nonetheless.
My bedroom used to be at the front of the house, 
and my den was at the rear of the house.
Since the bedroom was larger and was filled with light during the day,
I switched the two rooms.
But this meant I could no longer peer through the bamboo shades at night
and watch the moon's progress across the sky.
So now, once a month, I slip downstairs with a pillow and a quilt,
to sleep on the sofa and watch her as she sails slowly past.   

April is the month of the Full Pink Moon

The Full Pink Moon was given its name by the Algonquin tribes from New England to Lake Superior.  This is the name the Colonial Americans adapted.

A full Moon in April brings frost. If the full Moon rises pale, expect rain.

The Full Pink Moon heralds the appearance of the moss pink, or wild ground phlox—
one of the first spring flowers. It is also known as the Sprouting Grass Moon,
the Egg Moon, and the Fish Moon.

Old Farmer's Almanac

CCLXIV. To the Moon

AND, like a dying lady lean and pale,          
Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,          
Out of her chamber, led by the insane          
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,          
The moon arose up in the murky east,                 
A white and shapeless mass.

  ART thou pale for weariness          
Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,          
    Wandering companionless          
  Among the stars that have a different birth,—          
And ever-changing, like a joyless eye                  
That finds no object worth its constancy?

The Cloud

That orbed' maiden
With white fire laden
Whom mortals call the Moon.

—Percy Bysshe Shelley