NO TIME TO GRIEVE FOR ROSES

 

It’s hard to explain how it feels when you are used to having roses all around you and suddenly you no longer have the pleasure of having a garden full of them, casting their beautiful shadow of radiance all around. This summer I can say that once again my world smells of roses. It’s been a long and windy road to get here…The red ones especially seem to pick up an eerie glow tonight from our smoky skies and sun, it reminds me that our forests are on fire and there is no time to grieve for roses.

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“It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.”
― Alan Moore

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TINY WING BALLET

Wings are of many kinds. Butterfly’s wings, vulture’s wings, eagle-wings, spread wings of white swans, dragonfly’s serene wings, wings of albatross, lovely wings of humming birds, tiny wings of a fly or a bumble-bee-wings; and when they fly, they fly their best according to their ability of flying. We should not underestimate the size of those heavenly wings….

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a ballet in the butterfly bush

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“may my faith always be
at the end of the day

like a hummingbird…returning
to its favorite flower.” 
-Sanober Khan

 

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GARDEN AT DUSK

A dragonfly circles above me, a creature of the wind. Its iridescent wings so incredibly sensitive to the slightest breeze…it flutters, dives and lands. It lives such a short life, it knows it must live to the fullest with what time it has and I am happy it has graced my garden for a brief time this evening.

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Perched on the pines the hummingbirds sing. This is joy as the last of the sunlight warms my face.

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“Evenings and mornings represent “the gates” to your inner universe. Taking care of how you enter and exit these “gates” is your primary responsibility; do not give away this power. Once you master it, life will never be the same again.” ..Stan Jacobs

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THE SMELL OF NOSTALGIA

 

It’s remarkable how scents can take you right back to a moment in time and you are re living it in every sense of the word. That’s how I felt this morning when I finally unpacked a carton that has been tucked away for years in my storage. The smell of oil paints entered into me like breath into my lungs, it filled me up, imbuing me totally with fresh inspiration. There is no remedy for it.

My French easel that I had bought over 20 years ago, I had forgotten how beautiful it was in it’s aged beech wood  and brass-plated fittings in the tradition of fine cabinetry. It’s definitely a design that has stood the test of time.

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My painting does not come from the easel but it sure helps.

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copyright Es-tee Miller

“You still dream about the people lost in your memory, fabricated by your nostalgia and romanticized by your broken heart”…

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THE JOY OF OLD BOOKS

I came across a beautiful set of children’s classic books at a garage sale, everything from Aladdin, Sinbad the Sailor and Gulliver Escapes from The Collier Press, New York published in 1912.. the year The Titanic sank!… The leather bindings are still perfect and I could tell they have had a good life. The pages are slightly withered but I knew they had been loved and experienced. How cold it must be to read from Kindles and iPads these days for nothing beats the feel and smell of a real, live book in your hands, especially an old one. It reminded me of this.. “Lord! when you sell a man a book you don’t sell just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue — you sell him a whole new life. Love and friendship and humour and ships at sea by night — there’s all heaven and earth in a book, a real book.”

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“Old Books Smell Of: A combination of grassy notes with a tang of acids and a hint of vanilla over an underlying muskiness.”

― Chemists of the University College London

 

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BEADING BY THE SEA

Today isn’t just another day.Today I will create something beautiful…

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I love having a day surrounded by beads and bits of sea glass. Collecting after a storm especially in the winter months  is one of my favorite things to do.. being a savvy sea glass picker usually means I will check the tides first to find out when they are at their lowest and plan accordingly.

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“All you need is love… and some really nice beads”…

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TWO MOONS AGO

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I dreamed of two moons

last night.

Upon waking I was filled

with sorrow.

You were gone

and I was still here.

My pillow had caught fire

dreaming of uncommon love.

You told me your despair

and I told you mine.

Meanwhile the moons

were moving

and both of us

were heading home again.

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“The best things in life are unseen. So we close our eyes when we kiss, sleep and dream”…Mauricio Louzada

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