Friday, July 22, 2016

Dissolving moon

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
~Carl Sandburg

Leonid Tishkov's Private Moon today. Tishkov says, “Private Moon is a visual poem telling the story of a man who met the Moon and stayed with her for the rest of his life."

invite the moon to tea
like a lump of sugar
the damp night dissolves the moon in
an apple tree

There's much more -- visit the whole thing here.


Visit Books 4 Learning for the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Chelanne!

Thursday, July 21, 2016


Everyday brought something to be admired: the soft feathery patterns of cirrus clouds, the deep, dark grays of thunderheads, the lacy gold and peach of the early morning sunrise. The sky and its moods called to me.
~L. Jagi Lamplighter

It's surprising, given how much I like clouds, that I haven't featured them before. Remedying that omission now!

Beach View With Boats
By Ary Pleysier (1809-1879)

photo by h-away

Misty Shore, Llanddulas Beach
photo by Kris Williams

Lone Tree In A Muddy Field
photo by James Loesch

photo by Olivier Gillet

Abermenai Sands, Newborough Beach, Anglesey
photo by Kris Williams

Cloudscape, Beinn an Dothaidh & Beinn Dorain
photo by Ewan MacPhillimy

* Cloud Appreciation Society
* Ten Basic Cloud Types
* A poem about cloud repair

Monday, July 18, 2016

What's up

(I)f you do not believe that hearts can bloom suddenly bigger, and that love can open like a flower out of even the hardest places, then I am afraid that for you the road will be long and brown and barren, and you will have trouble finding the light. But if you do believe, then you already know all about magic.
~Lauren Oliver

I posted this song once before as a lighthearted writing prompt. Seems like a good time to revisit it:

Lennon and Maisy

Saturday, July 16, 2016


As I've mentioned, I've been studying medicinal plants for a few years now. The book I'm currently reading has a quote that I wanted to share with you:
"In medieval Baghdad, the 'license' to practice medicine was given as permission to practice in the marketplace...One of the rules was that an individual would be disqualified from the practice of medicine if they were observed to 'use a strong herb when a mild herb would suffice, use an herb when a food would suffice, or use a food when simple advice about lifestyle would suffice.'"
Doesn't that sound kind of radical in our contemporary world? People tend to think more/"extra strength" is better.

In order to follow these rules, you would need to be knowledgeable and be paying careful attention to the needs of the people you are trying to assist. One size does not fit all if you are trying to choose the gentlest sufficient path to healing.

Substitute "pharmaceutical" for "herb" and you have:
One of the rules was that an individual would be disqualified from the practice of medicine if they were observed to 'use a strong pharmaceutical when a mild pharmaceutical would suffice, use a pharmaceutical when a food would suffice, or use a food when simple advice about lifestyle would suffice.'"
Given the side-effects and costs associated with medicines, this seems like an approach worth considering. What do you think?

Friday, July 15, 2016

Through tornadoes and harvests

Maybe that is the greatest of wonders: that we can be shaped so much by those we've known closely, and equally by those we've never known at all - and that we too can change the world long after we've left it.
~Jacob M. Appel

A couple of poems with a grandparent theme from Rattle's Buddhist edition for this Poetry Friday.

by Karen Benke

I tell my son I wish I didn’t have to go to work today
and he says he wishes he didn’t have to go to school.
He’s tired of darkening in right answer bubbles.
I ask what we’d do if we could play hooky and he says
we’d go through the tunnel and pick up Nana Friday,
wondering if people who died can come too.
You know, like Grandpa Don and Auntie Toots?

Read the rest here


When the Buddha Farmed Nebraska
by Peg Quinn

Grandpa emanated Buddha nature,
yet I doubt he’d heard the phrase.

He gave thanks after hitting his thumb
with a hammer

Read the rest here


A Year of Reading has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Mary Lee!

Thursday, July 14, 2016


For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the message was lost.
For want of a message the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

I had a difficult time deciding what to feature this week to honor my father-in-law. He lived in New York, Virginia, Massachusetts, and New Hampshire, so I considered art from these states, and I thought about spotlighting his favorite food (chocolate). My husband inadvertently gave me the idea to celebrate his dad's favorite game: horseshoes. So much more variety than you might expect!

No. 086, part 3: Autumn, One Hundred Famous Views of Edo
by Utagawa Hiroshige

Horseshoe Doorway
photo by floato

Horseshoes stuck in a tree
photo by Michael Beck

Horseshoe Bend 01
photo by Graeme Maclean

photo by locomotive8

photo by Kevin

Horseshoes are a common element in heraldry (coats of arms). For instance:
Polish coat of arms pl:Bogdanowicz I

I looked up why horseshoes are lucky and found this explanation.

Monday, July 11, 2016

Sort of the opposite of fast news

Most neuroses and some psychoses can be traced to the unnecessary and unhealthy habit of daily wallowing in the troubles and sins of five billion strangers.
~Robert A. Heinlein

I'm excited to have started a news fast for an undetermined amount of time. I will still get those little weather bulletins about thunderstorms and floods, but I'm pulling the plug on my habit of frequently reading the news. Our family has had a very taxing summer so far and I need a break.

If anything good happens, like Congress decides to do their job and allow a vote on a Supreme Court justice, feel free to let me know!

In the meantime, here's a victory song:

The Eagles