Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Mundane Monday and the sun rises over the mountain ridge. Morning's mutter... too many mms. I often dreamt of moving to a state with the first letter M. But it was always Minnesota or Mississippi. Never Montana, never a city like MizAloo. More mms. Now I follow the routine of movement from bed to a chair at the Senior Center, meeting friends. Monday: fried chicken, mashed taters and sweet potaters. A lunch meal for four dollars: coffee, buttermilk biscuits, tomato soup.. milk. Goals: make a list, make it short, make it... Write, edit, post. Take photos, edit, post. Call my mother? Not this Monday. Keep track of the mundane in a journal. Remember to make note how much the last trip cost. Make plans for Mandalay, Myanmar, Manila... yet more mmms. Mere busy work; yet, the day becomes full, there are moments to jot down. Long before midnight: make hot cocoa, add milk. Just a musing about my mundane life... © Kåre Enga [16.january.2017] |