Sunday, April 30, 2006

What Did You Want To Be When You Grew Up?

What Did You Want To Be When You Grew-Up?
A ten minute sprint from a creativity exercise posted by Lisa atThe Inspired Pen.

Perry Mason. While in elementary school, on days when I was at home sick, I would watch Perry Mason reruns and Dialing for Dollars. I knew I wanted to be an attorney. Perry Mason, my Dad, my Uncle, Frank Bondono, Ralph Baker, Gerry Spence and Lynn Buzzard, these were my heroes, righting wrongs and saving people from injustice.

When my Mother told me about Earl Stanley Gardener’s books, I read all of them I could find. By high school I had attended a couple of attorneys' conferences and was reading about Son of Sam, The Onion Fields, The Lindberghs, Helter Skelter, Witness to Evil, during my classes instead of doing my school work. The last two gave me some major insomnia. At other times I wanted to be a rodeo rider, a fireman, a basketball player, a dancer, acording to passing whim but I was sure I wouldn't be any those because I was sure being an attorney was my calling.

This creativity exercise is posted on the The Inspired Pen. give this exercise a spin and leave a link to your post in the comments at The Inspired Pen.

Under The Sea

Under the sea is this weeks topic at Illustration Friday, this is my endeavor.

Friday, April 28, 2006

List Friday 10 jobs

List Friday 10 jobs I'd like to try:

Acupuncturist? Anyone want to let me poke needles in them?

I’ve been thinking about what kind of job I would like for some time and I’ve come to realize that I have some very specific requirements:
No.1 Low job stress, this is essential as I think it might be an understatement to say that I don’t handle stress very well. …maybe I should have said no stress.
No.2 I must be able to sleep in. Actually on reconsideration … my bed is my favorite place. It’s cozy. I feel cozy and happy there and if I am not feeling happy, its one of the best places to be. In the past, I’ve done my homework, written , painted paintings, sculpted and of course, read books, watched movies, and listened to music (O.K. so no one is likely to give me a job listening to music) but I even babysat three children from my bed. We all sat on my bed, I gave each child a pillow, a blanket and a bowl of popcorn. (Feeding three small children popcorn while they were sitting on my bed was not the smartest thing I ever did.) Then we watched movies together, well they watched movies I dozed a bit. Fortunately, it is imposable to sleep soundly with three wiggling children on my bed. It was an emergency---, I had insomnia the night before and their mother was very sick but anyway, No.2 is, I don’t want to get out of bed when I work. This leads us to No.3 I want to dress comfortably for work. An old nightshirt and bathrobe should do it. I am a little concerned about these about these requirements, not that I don’t think they are realistic, I am sure they are, its just that the VESTID job counselor said I wasn’t employable when I didn’t have any job requirements--- but I think these job requirements will work in my favor. Job requirement No. 2 well help me not be tired as will job requirement No.3 which will keep me from using all my time and energy dressed and making myself to tired to work. That said here’s my list: *

Orchid photographer
I want to photograph orchids in the wild I suppose I could wear my PJs but I would have to get out of bed to this. Could be some stress --- snakes, wild animals, but except for alligators’ I think wild animals and snakes would be less scary than riding the subway.

Accessories designer
Shoes, scarves, jewelry etc.

This would look so-o-o impressive on my resume.

A whole book is so intimidating…but at a page a day, for 290 days, I could get it done in a year and still have 75 day to mess up --- if only I could think of a plot.

My son tells me that I have no sense of humor but why should I let a little detail like that stop me?

Healing Arts Instructor
I really like this one but as I see it will probably involve getting out of bed and getting dressed…

E-mail me if you want to hire me to do your portrait or if you want to let me practice acupuncture on you.

Street performer
I could probably get away with wearing my PJs but I don’t want to sleep on the street.

Women’s issues consultant

Food writer
I could write in bed and have food delivered.

Snake breeder
I am not sure if I am O.K. with having snakes in my bedroom or not .Thinking about it makes me feel a little twitchy.

Pomegranates and PaperWrites that she would like a job Training dolphins I thought that sounds so much more fun than anything I choose. Why didn't I chose it? Then I thought Tiger trainer but no, that’s not right – Pumas -- the last job on my list is:
puma trainer.

* a word to my disability investigator and job counselor: literary license. O.K. two words.

Thursday, April 27, 2006


Oil pastel on gray charcoal paper

“We are the music makers
and we are the dreamers
of dreams...”

Arthur O'Shaughnessy

Poetry Thursday The Lady of Shalott

John William Waterhouse

The Lady of Shallot

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Part II.
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving thro' a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot:
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village-churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls,
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
"I am half-sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.

Saturday, April 22, 2006


You Are Chocolate Ice Cream

Dramatic. Powerful. Flirty.

Chocolate, when I close my eyes and think chocolate I feel its richness its creaminess the way it loves my tongue and offers comfort …divine memories of chocolate. Wait there just a minute…. O.K. I am back I had to go get some chocolate mints, I couldn’t write about chocolate without eating some. What kind of chocolate are you in the mood for? Dove bar? Chocolate creams, chocolate shake? Oh I could use a chocolate shake right now ice cold chocolate sliding down my throat… excuse me…sorry about that, thank you for waiting I went to get some chocolate ice cream but I am all out, but I have a Klondike, would you like one? I got one for you to, here. Now where were we? Oh yes Sunday Scribblings and chocolate I googled chocolate and found that chocolate is the way to true inner peace. "My therapist told me the way to achieve true inner peace is to finish what I start. So far I've finished two bags of M&M's and a chocolate cake. I feel better already." – Dave Barr
I wish someone had told me this before but now that I know I am making a resolution to eat more chocolate.

The other day my son used a dirty word, I wasn’t sure how I should handle it but today when I googled chocolate I found the following from Charles Schultz "Exercise is a dirty word. Every time I hear it I wash my mouth out with chocolate" - I wish my parents had known about washing your mouth out with chocolate when I was a little girl they mistakenly used soap.


List Friday on Saturday

From the Mets Collection

This weeks list Friday is ten things I love about where I live. Part of the time I live in the city and part of the time in the woods, so I've made two lists.
This week I am posting Friday's list on Saturday, I thought I was just tired from spending to much time on the computer I was trying to put a graphic in my blogs header-computers are so much easier when you know what you are doing- my eyes were burning and I felt achy, I blamed it on to much staring at the computer. Turns out I was coming down with rubella I think I am to old for it but that doesn't seem to matter. I am visiting my parents, which is good for me because no matter how old I get to be, nothing/no one is the same as Mom especially when I am sick.

First list
Being close to family
The parks
The art museums
The fall colors
Spring flowers
The quaint coffee shops
Street musicians
Magnolia trees
Acupuncture energy and sound healing on Tuesdays and Thursday

Second list
Being close to family
Fall colors
The wild turkeys
The river
The quiet
Wild mushrooms
Lady Slippers
Dogwood trees

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Poetry Thursday

At the Sea-Side
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
by Robert Louis Stevenson

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Some Wonderful Things I Love

Some Wonderful Things I Love

A friend’s smile
A baby’s laugh
The smell of sunflowers
The sound of aspen leaves in the wind
A Monarch butterfly
Summer sandals
Red and blue glass bottles
Mom’s bread
Seashells on the beach
Painted Buntings
The smell of fresh sage
Kisses (chocolate ones also)
Italian ices
Feeding ducks
Blue feathers
Summer evenings
Picasso's Girl Before A Mirror
Green silk
Bubble baths
The Met
Ice tea on a hot summer day
Apple crisp
Fall leaves
Baby geese
Of course Tiggers and Pooh Bears

The wonderful thing about Tiggers Is Tiggers are wonderful things.
Their tops are made out of rubber, their bottoms are made out of springs!
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun
But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers Is I'm the only one!
A.A. Milne

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Sunday Scribblings When we were wee...

I am a big girl now, cuz I am three. I am being very good.
My Daddy told me to be good and help my Mommy. My Mommy doesn’t feel good. My little brother and I are making Mommy breakfast. (I have a new baby brother but he is sleeping; he is to little to help.)

I climbed up on the counter and got the pancake mix out of the cupboard. Then we got the milk, and a bowl; we put them on the floor. It’s hard to get the eggs to go in the bowl. We dropped an egg; its ok, we got some eggs in the bowl. We pour some mix in. I am stirring, Uncle comes in; I say “we are making pancakes.” Uncle says “Oh, may I help you”. I say, “Ok.”Uncle tells Mommy "Stay in bed,You'd better not come out to the kitchen for a while."
He says we should measure everything; he’s good at cracking eggs. We mix them up and cook them in the pan.

We take mommy her pancakes, and we all eat. Then we wash the kitchen cuz making pancakes is messy.
Sunday Scribblings

Friday, April 14, 2006

John Muir

Photo of John Muir and Theodore Roosevelt

John Muir meet an Englishman by the name of Chilwell while they were on board ship together. Chilwell called Muir "Scottie". They traveled in California together for a few months. While they were together Muir accidentally shot and wounded Chilwell. They did eat an owl.

Samuel Young wrote Alaska Days with John Muir. In it he tells about their visit to the Yin-des-tuk-ki village.

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Again in Alaska we had to learn to adapt our habits of eating and this time it was not a shortage of meat. On our canoe voyage northward to see glaciers Scottie invited our guide Tow-a-att to eat with us at our first meal. Samuel Young set out the bread and butter, placing them by Tow-a-att. He looked at the butter and the three of them, took out his hunting knife cut off a third of the butter, cut it into squares and ate it with enthusiasm. Samuel started to show him how to use the butter when Scottie winked and stopped him. Tow-a-att ate his third of butter rubbed his stomach and said “very good grease.”

The first of November: As we were paddling up the Chilcat River we came into sight of the Yin-des-tukki village. The native men came rushing out with guns in their hands; we were greeted with a shower of bullets falling all around us. We ceased paddling but Tow-a-att commanded “paddle! paddle!” Amid dropping bullets we continued up the channel to the village. Men came running down the beach shouting. Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you here? “Stickeen “Scottie shouted back. “A preacher chief and an ice chief are here to bring you a message.” Our answer was shouted to the Indians farther down the beach. Then came a reply: we were to be guests of Chief Don-na-wuk or Silver Eye. When our canoe touched sand forty or fifty slaves came running forward into the water picked up our canoe with us still in it and rushed up the bank to the chiefs house, setting us down in his doorway. The chief's house was large; 50 or 60 feet inside the chief was sitting by a fire dressed in a calico shirt and a blanket. We exchanged greetings and gave the chief gifts of tobacco and rice. The chief said he was worried; he wanted to offer us food in case we were hungry after our travels but that the white Cheifs food was so much better than his that he was embarrassed to give us his food. We said we would be honored to eat his food. Looking relived he ordered food prepared for us. We were seated around the fire. Huge bowls were placed before each of us. The first course was dried salmon; a whole bowl for each of us served with a dressing of seal grease. Our bowls were cleaned and the second course was brought: big chunks of deer back fat served with a gravy of seal grease. The third course was small Russian potatoes served in seal grease. And finally fresh berries and rosehips in, yes, seal grease.

Well, expect you would know who Scottie is by now. Just in case here’s a few things I’ve learned about Scottie

California Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger said this about Scottie:
" a role model to generations of Californians and to conservationists around the world. He taught us to be active and to enjoy -- but at the same time protect -- our parks, our beaches, and our mountains." –
Of course Governor Schwarzenegger does not call the Scotsman by his nickname Scottie as I do.

I found out this morning that there is a vineyard in Sonora California owned by Scottie's father-in-law.

A few of the honors Scottie has received
• A.M., Harvard University, 1896
• LL.D, University of Wisconsin, 1897
• Litt.D., Yale University, 1911
• Member, American Academy of Arts and Letters
• Member, Washington Academy of Science
• Fellow, American Association for the Advancement of Science
• President, Sierra Club
• President, American Alpine Club

An annual theater production of Scottie’s story is preformed by the Willows Theatre Company in Concord, California.

This quote by Scottie is engraved on Scottish Parliament Building in Edinburgh, Scotland
"The battle for conservation will go on endlessly.
It is part of the universal battle between right and wrong."

So if you know Scotties real name post it in the comment box. I hope you have enjoyed reading about our explorations. And do try these links to find out more about Lost Blogs.
Sincerely, Chilwell

The Lost Blogs and Kapgar

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Poetry Thursday- Scotties Favorite Poet

Ive chosen a poem by Robert Burns for poetry Thursday Robert Burns is a favorite poet of Scotties. Scottie said,"Wherever a Scotsman goes, there goes Burns." Scottie carries a book of Burns poetry with him. He likes to sing and whistle them.

I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing

Gaily in the sunny beam;

List'ning to the wild birds singing,

By a falling crystal stream:

Straight the sky grew black and daring;

Thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave;

Tress with aged arms were warring,

O'er the swelling drumlie wave.

Such was my life's deceitful morning,

Such the pleasures I enjoyed:

But lang or noon, loud tempests storming

A'my flowery bliss destroy'd.

Tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me-

She promis'd fair, and perform'd but ill,

Of mony a joy and hope bereav'd me-

I a heart shall support me still.

Robert Burns

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Lost Blogs Part 4 or The Alaska trip

I apologize for not answering my messages. The computer did not work again today for several hours.

Scottie came to America from Scotland as a young boy.
He is quite a world traveler, visiting places like India, Canada, HImalayas, Manchuria, Siberia, Australia and New Zealand. I was fortunate to be with him again when he traveled in Alaska. During our Alaska trip Scottie and a missionary, Samuel, had quite an adventure and a close call.

We were traveling together on board ship. Reaching the Hudson's Bay trading post at Glenora about one o'clock, the ship’s captain said we would stay there until the next morning. Scottie decided to climb a mountain for views of the peaks and glaciers in the area, thinking that if he hiked back during the night he would be back to the boat before time to leave; Samuel accompanied him. Shortly before sunset, Samuel took a bad fall. He screamed and Scottie rushed back to find Samuel clutching the brink of a gully that plunged down a thousand feet or more to a small glacier. With great difficulty Scottie managed to drag him back up away from the precipice.

Both of Samuel’s arms had been dislocated in the fall. Scottie was able to set one back in place but not the other. Scottie built a fire and said he would run down the mountain and get help from the boat to carry him down but Samuel insisted he could walk and did not want to be left alone.

Slowly and painstakingly, stopping frequently to rest, they made there way down the mountain. When at last they reached the ship, the captain, Nat Lane, heard their urgent calls and hurried down to help them. Soon they had Samuel on board. The captain gave him a large amount of brandy. Then holding down his shoulders they were able to get the shoulder set. Samuel was then put in bed where he slept all the way back to Wrangell.

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Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Scottie and I have found a job harvesting in a field in Hopeton. I plan to leave as soon as the job is finished, Scottie says he will most likely stay for a while.

Lost Blogs Day Three

After much wasted effort to obtain jack rabbit for our supper, Scottie suggested shooting a burrowing owl that was perched near our camp. I said “owls are vermin” Scottie went on at length about how good it would taste, what a delicious soup it would make… on and on he went about the owl .I picked up the gun and shot it, I cleaned the bird featherless it didn’t look worth eating. Scottie insisted we not throw it away. We made a soup of the owl cooking it in our teakettle. It was not a tasty soup but we had not eaten meat since Mr. Clark furnished us with flour and a little sugar and tea, and a piece of freshly killed bear meat. I implored, Scottie” when you go to England with me to see my folks, don't you tell them that we ate an owl.”

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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Lost Blogs Day Two

I haven’t posted for a while,catching up a lot has happened bad internet connection and I’ve been on the mend. The Scotsman shot me, not that he meant to…I should start from the beginning. Taking the shotgun we had purchased I went after some grouse we were in desperate need of some meat. We’ve been living on cakes and tea. The cakes are made with flour and water without leavening toasted on the coals, even crackers being more of a luxury than our funds will allow. The gun was worthless every time I shot it missed it couldn’t hit anything. Scottie said perhaps it was sighted too high, he would check it later. Walking through the heavy winter snow we came to an abandoned little cabin of sugar pine shakes, and though we had arrived early in the afternoon we decided to camp here for the night as the trail was buried in the snow, which was about six feet deep. I cleared away the snow from the door and floor of the cabin, and made a bed in it of boughs of silver fir. Wanting to have some meat, I reminded Scottie about the gun. Then I nailed a piece of paper to the cabin as a target. Calling fire away, I went into the cabin. Scottie shot the target…burning agony… God bless us all…but it hurt the shot went right through the wall and struck me. I am not ashamed to say I screamed. The pellets had to be picked out of my flesh with the point of a penknife.

We found our way easily enough over the deep snow to the falls below the snowline, were we spent ten days exploring. While exploring the falls we made sketches, collected flowers and ferns, etc. The night before our return trip we camped near the meadows, as we lay eating our suppers by the light of the campfire, we heard something approaching in the darkness, and then I saw it was a bear! I said to Scottie you take the gun you’re the better shot! Shoot him! The gun was already loaded with bird shot he added some buckshot on top of the bird shot then held the gun pointed at the bear as we sat hushed waiting. After what seemed a long time, the beast walked off. Afraid of another visit we were awake most of the night.

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Monday, April 10, 2006

Lost Blog Day One

After meeting on board the ship Scottie and I have decided to travel on together. We crossed the bay by the Oakland Ferry and continued up the Santa Clara valley to San Jose, filled with wheat-fields, and orchards, and vineyards, and alfalfa meadows. Glorious sunshine ,fresh spring air I had to admit it was the best I’ve ever breathed—even more fragrant than the air at home in England. We saw a number of small brown birds having crests the shape of a question mark atop their heads. Hills of extraordinary beauty acres of wildflowers, yellow, purple and white. Dogwood and Alders grew along the stream; its banks were blanketed with violets and ferns. Last night tired by the long day walking we camped out in our blankets .I lay looking up into the tree, past the trunk and up into the branches. It was a particularly fine night with the stars above the tree. I felt contentment and peaceful. It had been a lovely day and California is an extraordinary place. I will endeavor to post regularly as we travel so that we can keep in touch with you dear ones, and to share with you the magic of this wilderness called California

About Lost Blogs

I should have posted something about Lost Blogs sooner but I was having so much trouble getting started that I wasn't sure, if I was going to back out or not. I am pleased to be able to say that I have written my first post for Lost Blogs. I will post it later this evening. Actually I wrote two with different characters and I still have to decide which one I am going with. This week I will be writing as a historical person who shall remain nameless until Friday when I will reveal the name of the person. (even if you guess I am not telling until Friday) There are more than forty other blogs participating in this project. Some links about this project are The Lost Blogs and Kapgar I don't have a blog roll up yet, not only have I been crazy busy I've been having some computer problems Secondhand Tryptophan has a list of all the Lost Blog participants so you can find other Lost Bolgs there.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Lost Blogs

I am sitting here at the computer wondering what made me think I could do this? I still don’t know who I am going to post as tomorrow and if I am going to do this I need to write it tonight. The screen and my notebook are mocking me. I visited blogs and left comments until my brain felt to mushy to construct another comment. Then I ate a blueberry muffin, a hotdog, another can of soda, even changed my earrings. I mean we all know I can’t be expected to write if I am wearing the wrong pair of earrings. Tomorrow is the starting day
for Lost Blogs and I need to be writing the first post. Besides I am running out of other things to do. So tomorrow I won’t be posting as myself. Maybe I’ll watch a movie.

Sunday Scribblings Real Life

Real life will damage your calm.
Life is a knife that cuts my soul, then it takes my tears and builds my dreams out of them. Life gives us pain so deep only death will relive. Life will reach out and touch you with the coldest chill of winter, then, spring will kiss your cheek, and wrap you in her warm embrace. Life gives moments of magic, a baby’s laughter. A song that fills your pores with bliss. A kiss so sweet your souls melt. Life spins you about and turns you upside down. Friends are the rainbows of life; a friend’s embrace can break the darkness. Hold on tightly to those we love with an open hand. Hold on to hope.

This weeks topic at Sunday Scribblings is Real Life.

"Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans." - John Lennon
Earlier this week Kara, Spiritdoll left a comment asking if I was familiar with Cooper Edens, I hadn’t hear of him before so I Googled his name and found this wonderful quote.” If tomorrow morning the sky falls...have clouds for breakfast." I think it's delightful I hope you enjoy it.Thank you Kara.

Friday, April 07, 2006

Nothing Unusual

Do You ever feel...?

Dear Doctor,
As my psychiatrist, I thought that I should consider the possibility that you might... as I contemplate various aspects of my situation... actually the point of my writing you is nothing really. Well its something of course, but nothing really unusual.

To put it simply and directly - I think directness is a good thing, don't you? I mean directness could be considered a virtue. But of course directness aside, I may have a problem, insignificant as problems go, I am sure. This problem appears to be somewhat similar to fear, although only at first glance. However, it does appear that there may be some areas in which my problem and fear share some commonalities.

In attempting to discern the nature of this problem there are a number of points, in which in my attempt to define the character of my problem, I feel there may be some possibility of benefit to exploring these commonalities (as I say simply as a tool to define the character of the problem) although obviously in reality the real nature of the problem has nothing to do with fear. I simply suggest this exploration as a starting point, as an entrance for analyses, in the absence of a more advantageous starting point. Consideration must be given to the possible sensitive nature of this obviously unusual problem.

Obviously, cowardice is not a point of comparison since the existence of bravery is not in question. On more careful consideration, the presence of possible similarities must be considered superficial and of no true relevance; the problem requires further exploration. Some other aspects might better bear exploration since obviously the nature of this problem bears only a superficial resemblance to fear. I myself - nether at this time or at any time in the past - have had any acquaintance with fear. Obviously the significance of this entire problem must be called into question.


Earlier this week while I was in Greenwich Village I felt myself getting nervous. I started making fun of my fears in my notebook, while I was writing I remembered a response I had read to a question at a senate inquiry, the response had amused me because it went on at length without saying anything of relevance. Then I thought of legal documents - the kind insurance companies have or the ones we are asked to sign if we buy a house.

Anyhow, that's how I came up with this piece of chaotic neurosis. Before I was done my case of nerves had passed.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

12th street cafe'

pigeon flies
Yellow taxi
sunlit sidewalk
postman passes
open door
frowning woman
walks by
laughing child in pink
dances through
the open door

Sunday, April 02, 2006

I Would

The topic at sundayscribblings is
what would you attempt if you knew you would not fail?
  • Hug a bear in his lair
  • Kiss a tiger on his ear
  • Dance with cranes in the noonday sun, flap my wings and beat a drum
  • Sing with the whales a song of dreaming, search the ocean’s heart for dreams I’ve lost
  • Tell you a story so sad that we both will weep
  • Paint a picture so full of love that the paint will kiss your soul
  • With my thread and needle stitch by stitch tear by tear make the world whole
  • Tie my fear to the tail of a kite casting it far out on the wind
  • Run barefoot through the stars gather stardust from heaven above, I’ll dust the earth with heaven’s love
  • Then I will reach out to you and show you the love in my heart
sunday scribblings

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Beauty, Truth, Love

"For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.
For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.
For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it."
Ivan Panin (1855-1942)
I thought I would share this quote and photo with you. I photographed the peony last summer while it was blooming in my mother’s garden.