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 |
Opinion: I feel twice as old today than yesterday. Fact: I don't care. It's been a bad day. I'm going numb. As in shutdown... 3... 2... How long is a good life? At some point one longs for the peacefulness of death. Immortality may seem nice for humanity's quest to explore and inhabit the stars. On a personal level? Not so nice. One outlives everything one knows and everyone one cares about. And if one isn't wise repeats the same mistakes over and over again. Maybe if one could renew oneself without consciously knowing it? Nah... We come from God and so we must return. This life is but a loan. My expiration date is 2034... but today I'm feeling like milk that sat out and spoiled. So, nope. Not in the mood to respond much to the prompt. Today is the 17th of May and I wish I were in Norway. |