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 L ![]() ![]() 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 ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
[When I'm depressed] When I'm depressed do not try to cheer me up and don't be distressed. Clouds will disperse as always they must; so, let me be terse: DON'T TELL ME I NEED TO CHEER UP. Sit with me, walk with me, distract me somehow. This gloom will break up when it does... Don't bother to ask why, or when, or how, because... it was what it was. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.23] (27.abril.2022) April 27—“Define” or “explain” something difficult, like a feeling or abstract concept… |