Gratitude

i thank You God for this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes
—e.e. cummings
That about says it for me today:-). Happy Friday! XOXO
P.S. Still waiting for my light cube to arrive.

YES!

i thank you God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is Yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
-e.e. Cummings
This is exactly how I feel today. I have two new paintings started and the house is clean :-). I have the whole next 12 hours to do as I please and I please to paint and read and play and nap.
What are you up to today? Have a wonderful, beautiful weekend! XOXO

Trusting

I received bad news yesterday from two camps. I am not ready to share the news, and I will not worry or get upset about any of it, instead I am trusting. To help the spirit of joy and love along I offer this e.e. Cummings poem:

i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable you?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

Have a wonderful weekend! XOXO

It's e.e.cummings' Tuesday!

I know some of you hate poetry and for you I have this lovely

photo by Geraint Smith. For the few of you who love poetry and

e.e.cummings, I have this sweet poem. Makes one believe in

magic :-). Enjoy. XOXOXO

if i love you

(thickness means

worlds inhabited by roamingly

stern bright faeries

if you love

me) distance is mind carefully

luminous with innumerable gnomes

Of complete dream

if we love each (shyly)

other, what clouds do or Silently

Flowers resembles beauty

less than our breathing

e.e. cummings' Monday

Happy Monday everyone. It's that time again, time for a

lovely poem from my beloved e.e. cummings. For those

of you who could care less about poetry, I am sorry, but

I will have a post for you in the next couple days. This

poem is one of my favorites:

love is the every only god

who spoke this earth so glad and big

even a thing all small and sad

man, may his mighty briefness dig

for love beginning means return

seas who could sing so deep and strong

one queerying wave will whitely yearn

from each last shore and home come young

so truly perfectly the skies

by merciful love whispered were,

complete its brightness with your eyes

any illimitable star

Sweet photo by the very talented Geraint Smith.

OXOX

e.e.cummings' day!

I think this e.e. cummings' poem is most fitting for the week I have had :-). I hope you are all having a lovely weekend. Moon photo by Geraint Smith. *Again Blogger mushed the poem all together. Can anyone tell me why it does this?*

here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap

and to your(in my arms flowering so new)

self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain

and here's to silent certainly mountains; and to

a disappearing poet of always, snow

and to morning; and to morning's beautiful friend

twilight(and a first dream called ocean) and

let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid

down with ought with because with every brain

which thinks it thinks, nor dares to feel(but up

with joy; and up with laughing and drunkenness)

here's to one undiscoverable guess

of whose mad skill each world of blood is made

(whose fatal songs are moving in the moon

e.e.cummings' day. Yay

I am loving him so much these days. This poem he

wrote fits perfectly with my last two posts, only

cummings makes it more clear and says it in such

a wonderful way that I read it in awe.

since feeling is first

who pays any attention

to the syntax of things

will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool

while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,

and kisses are a better fate

than wisdom

lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry

-the best gesture of my brain is less than

your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then

laugh, leaning back in my arms

for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

What a great way to start the day. It is my day

off and after doing some chores I will be playing with

clay-I will have photos soon of all my efforts.

This photo is one I took a couple days ago.

Have a happy, joyful Thursday!

*I did type this poem as it was to be read, but blogger

mushed it all together, does anyone else have this trouble?*