darlings
it’s spring!
firstly some music!
https://soundcloud.com/xavier-de-maistre/w-a-mozart-concerto-for-flute
and now some poetry – intermingled with flowers that we took yesterday on a walk with who-we-are-in-RL for her birthday.
Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here)and changing everything carefullye.e. cummings
O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
dotingfingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
pokedthee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thybeauty .how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing andbuffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
trueto the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
loverthou answerest
them only with
spring)
e. e. cummings
birthdays are getting easier and easier.
they used to be (almost) unbearably painful days for reasons we cannot divulge but which had (occasionally) nothing to do with us. the passing of time can be (if one lets it) be pregnant with regret or awful deeds OR – and here’s where we return to the sunny channel once again – they can be a deep but quite lovely Sigh about Everything that’s happened and what-is-about-to-happen-next and gosh-did-that-really-happen and did we get back to LosAngelesAgain (yes!), is who-we-are-in-RL now An Author (hurrah!)
in the meantime, there’s always mr. Mozart to wave us into a springtime of deliciousness…..
https://soundcloud.com/ray-chen-violin/w-a-mozart-concerto-for-violin
isn’t Monday always filled to the brim with potential?
we. think. so.
do you?
I’m still adjusting to the Spring forward and now this, “prurient philosophers pinched”, which might explain it. Reading a wonderful novel on my Kindle and I’m 95% done. Better start looking in that cupboard of yours…
perhaps a screenplay this time?
and you are so VERY kind to want to read us.
But, of course! Not kind, greedy for good words! xox, V
*humble_bow*
when Emerald has told you her last, do email who-we-are-in-RL and she’ll send some story extracts to see which one you’d like to read in the garden on a soft summer’s afternoon with a nice pot of tea from that splendid crazy teapot recently spotted on mr. instagram
I am now pretty psyched about each birthday because I think, “Another year? Made it! Whoohoo!” and then I say thank you to the stars above et voila! ;)
Bisous et merci pour tout cette beauté…
*humble_curtsey*
thank you for receiving and making comment on the Beauty.
it helps.
Two weeks this Thursday and I will tell you if birthdays are getting easier ;). I enjoyed yours.
gosh! pisces/aries cusp?
how glorious!
*wavingfromlosangeles*
Mozart and e.e. cummings are a good mash-up. I never would have thought of it.
*smiling*
we do our best to clash a few cultures and create beauty.
*modest_downcast_look*
;-)
thank you!
I am glad spring is about here. Softness and warmness of the sun in early spring are sweet.
you’re absolutely right.
something so Hopeful about Spring.
*smiling*
Such delicious spring goodness! e.e. cummings is a favorite, especially this time of year. Happy belated to you. 1969 was a good year – I’ll be hitting that mid-forties marker, too, soon. I like to think that I look better than at 25! And my dear husband tells me it’s true (good man). Here’s to a year of amazing things for you! XO
dear jeanne
how glorious of you to stop by and indeed, 1969 was a Fine (if strange) Year.