Sep 29

Wind poems, by Rossetti, Stevens, Frost

I love the wind. Love it as long as it’s not so icy cold that it bites your skin (and even then, if I’m in the mood, I find it thrilling). Love it as long as it doesn’t threaten with tremendous gusts (and then, as long as no terrible harm is done, it leaves me …

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Sep 22

Mabon: Darkness and Light

I wasn’t planning to write a blog post today, but then I discovered it was the autumnal equinox. So, here I am, wishing you a Happy Mabon! This, my friends, is an important day: it’s one of two times during the year when light and darkness are in balance. Image via pixabay/Alois_Wonaschuetz Mabon marks the …

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Sep 20

Our Butterfly Journey

I don’t have any butterfly tattoos…yet, but I admit it: I adore the fluttery critters. They’re beautiful, sure, but it’s more about their changing from something slightly awkward and a little, um, less than elegant, to something majestic and noteworthy and free. (As for me, pretty sure I’m stuck in my chrysalis phase.) I find butterflies …

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Sep 15

Two Butterflies went out at Noon, Emily Dickinson

In honor of the butterflies we’ve been “raising” (post on them to come), I thought I’d share Two Butterflies went out at Noon, by Emily Dickinson. Dickinson was born (1830) and died (1886) in Amherst, Massachusetts. She lived in relative isolation throughout her life, although her family provided her with intellectual and emotional companionship. The …

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Sep 10

What was that?

Hold on, because you might think I’m weird when you start reading this. Hear me out, if you will. I have a certain memory, and it serves as inspiration for some of my writing. Inspiration for what, exactly? A sexy male lead, of course. Or at least part of him.  Images via pixabay/PinSharp and bycfotografem Still …

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Sep 05

I Heart Argan Oil

Dear RSO (Rosehip Seed Oil), You haven’t seen my face for about a year, so it shouldn’t really come as a surprise that there’s someone else. You see, Argan Oil and I were introduced at about the same time you and I started having troubles. I thought it was a rebound thing, at first, or …

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Sep 01

Sheltered Garden, by H. D.

I took only one poetry class in college, but during that time, I was introduced to the poems of H. D. (Hilda Doolittle)  and have loved them ever since. I associate them with gardens and seascapes, and pine trees bending in the wind. A bit about her: Doolittle was born on September 10, 1886 in Bethlehem, …

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Aug 28

Herb’s Garden

How do you say it: herbs (pronounced like a man’s name) or (h)erbs (silent h)? I usually say “(h)erbs,” (silent h) because I’m from the US. Still, when my family and I visited a lovely, family-owned plant farm near Lancaster, PA, Groff’s, the conversation in the car went something like this: Husband: What are you …

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Aug 19

Overcoming Your Enemy

We can all agree Mahatma Gandhi was a wise man, can’t we? If not, I recommend you watch the story of his life, Gandhi (1982), and give my question another try. One of my favorites among Gandhi’s many expressions of wisdoms is this: “The enemy is fear. We think it is hate; but it is fear.” …

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Jul 17

Saving the Green: Earth-wise, Budget-friendly Choices

Green is one of my favorite colors. I like it in terms of growing, planty things, and I like it in terms of cash. Nope, I’m not materialistic, but I am a realist (as much as reality requires, anyway). Since nature and I are already on pretty good terms and because I’m trying to form …

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