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?
