Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. ~Albert Einstein, German-born theoretical physicist
Are you suffering from fear and anxiety? Need a dollop of self-confidence? Or maybe something to absorb the negative energy all around you?
Then find yourself some Tourmaline.
Some of the colors Tourmaline appears in. Image courtesy of the Jewelers of America.
Hope is the physician of each misery. ~Irish Proverb
We kick off new years with hope in our hearts,
Promising ourselves this one will be fine.
But always there remain the unseen darts
From the previous year that made us whine.
Shrug off past misery; try a new line;
This is the time for a fresh burst of hope!
We’ve more than shown that we’re able to cope.
As new growth springs from the cold ground below,
Don’t look for someone to throw you a rope.
You can do this. Just go with what you know.
Note: Happy 2021! This poetry form is Dizain, a style 15th and 16th Century French poets were fond of. It consists of one 10-line stanza, with 10 syllables per line in an ababbccdcd rhyming scheme.
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime. ~Laura Ingalls Wilder, American writer
To be a child at Christmastime!
To once again behold this world
With awe. And joy. And hope. And love.
Or to be an adult at Christmastime!
Shopping for gifts and wrapping them, too.
Cooking the meal, cleaning up, and sneaking a nap.
Or to be a bush at Christmastime!
Covered in white, listening to the universe.
Perhaps shivering a bit under the snow.
Note: Whatever your role this holiday season, I wish you and yours a most blessed Christmas, with a happy and healthy 2021 to come! I’m taking a wee blogging break — back soon.
If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees. ~Hal Borland, American author
I woke up to snow on Wednesday morning!
When the stomach is full the heart is glad. ~Dutch proverb
Here I sit, watching and waiting
For something to move in the field.
I’m not choosy; I’m not rating.
Whatever moves will be my yield.
The corn is gone and all revealed:
Tender mouse, squirrel, and bunny.
Oh happy day, the bell just pealed,
Dinner is served and it’s yummy!
Note: Poetry form is Huitain.
Learning is a treasure that will follow its owner everywhere. ~Chinese Proverb
I’m probably the last person in the civilized world to learn this — and if you’ve known it forever, just mosey on down the road, trying not to snicker too loudly — but laundry is lots more fun when using wool balls!
We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love. ~Germaine de Stael, French-Swiss author
Hi, Everybody!
Dallas here, coming at you from the Rainbow Bridge. On what would have been my 14th earth birthday.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. ~Willa Cather, American writer
How do you like my pretty dress?
It’s red, as you can plainly see.
In it, I become a princess.
No crown, no robe, no throne for me.
Too soon my leaves are going to flee
And all my branches will be bare.
So share my joy with utter glee
And when I’m nude, try not to stare!
Note: Poetry form is Huitain.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, American essayist and poet
Frost
Whitens
Fallen leaves.
Outlines their veins,
Bestows a beauty
Gone since they turned color
Earlier in the season.
Something sad about the Autumn
When trees become bare and look like sticks.
As they prepare to rest for several months.
Don’t cry because leaves are not here today.
They served a purpose and now they’re gone.
Nestled together on the ground,
Sheltering grass and insects,
Enhancing the landscape.
Perpetuating
And renewing
The cycle
Of life —
Mulch.
Note: This poetic form is a Double Etheree.
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. ~Rabindranath Tagore, Indian poet, writer, and more
Because of the pandemic, I’m still having my flute lessons outdoors.
In a public park, six feet away from my teacher.
