Joyful Purpose

I am a lucky girl

My Dear friend Maija sent me this sweet and thoughtful gift which I found in my mailbox today.  She found this great horse necklace at Silver Bella and said I had to have it.  What a gal - how lucky am I?

Grateful for my dear FRIENDS

As Tomorrow is Thanksgiving I am reflecting on all the things I am grateful for and what comes to mind are my dear, dear friends

that support me,

love me unconditionally,

offer advise,

encouragement,

help me grow,

and stand by me ...

and of course make me laugh ....

You make my life have indeed  ...

A Joyful Purpose

Judi

LK

Carol

Ginny

Winter Wonderland

 

gra 2008

I am leaving my home state of Maryland today to return home to So Cal.  I am so glad that we got a dusting of snow while we were here.  It was like a little gift of wonder. 

Snowfall

   

Berries in the snow                                                                                                         gra 2008

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Sharing Words

 
photo gina armfield 2008

Lord, the air smells good...
by Rumi

Lord, the air smells good today,
straight from the mysteries
within the inner courts of God.
A grace like new clothes thrown
across the garden, free medecine for everybody.
The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise,
the first blue violets kneeling.
Whatever came from Being is caught up in being, drunkenly
forgetting the way back.

Rumi was a 13th century Sufi my

Visit LK Ludwig's Site to see more words....

Sharing Words Proposal

My friend LK

has a proposal for
sharing words

Please join her!

A Day of Sharing Words

The idea:  We have words that touch us, move into our hearts and resonate, creating a feeling, taking us some place- past, present, future- perhaps some place we have never been and may never go, but for whatever reasons, the words pulse in our blood. Meeting new words, new poets, new poems, new ways for my heart to beat, is an intruiging concept. Want to go on this adventure with me? It will be easy to travel along.

Many of us already do this sharing; this idea is just to help us find each other and hear the words we have to share.

The Date: Wednesday, November 19.

The Plan:  on your blog, post a poem that moves inside you, touches you, reaches you.  (quotes and song lyrics welcome).  Include the author (or composer or musician) and source (book, album)- perhaps also the amazon link if there is one.  no explanation required, no other revelation necessary.

One last thing- Perhaps add an image. a photo. a video. a painting. a collage., if you would.

Come here to this post.  Add a comment with your link.

I'll create a typepad page with the links, so others can hear the rhythm of the words, see the image and share in the experience.

Favorite Things

 

These are my new favorite shoes - I love them.  They are so comfy - Have a pair in teal as well.  Dansko Midori Clogs  Rock!  The hard part is finding fun socks to wear with them- what's up with that = not that I need to worry in So Cal's 90 degree weather - oh fall where are you?

Also a FAVORITE ....

PANDORA radio from the Music Genome Project - Love this!!!

Basically you type in the name of the artist you like and it plays music in that genre for you while you are on the computer - how cool is that and it is FREE!!

Perspective

g.armfield 2008

g.armfield 2008

It's all about perspective is it not ?

White Owl

                            we are washed out of our bones

White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field

 

Coming down out of the freezing sky
with its depths of light,
like an angel, or a Buddha with wings,
it was beautiful, and accurate,
striking the snow and whatever was there
with a force that left the imprint
of the tips of its wings — five feet apart —
and the grabbing thrust of its feet,
and the indentation of what had been running
through the white valleys of the snow —
and then it rose, gracefully,
and flew back to the frozen marshes
to lurk there, like a little lighthouse,
in the blue shadows —
so I thought:
maybe death isn't darkness, after all,
but so much light wrapping itself around us —

 

as soft as feathers —
that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking,
and shut our eyes, not without amazement,
and let ourselves be carried,
as through the translucence of mica,
to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow,
that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light —
in which we are washed and washed
out of our bones.

 

~ Mary Oliver ~

To ride a black horse ...

"I just want to ride my black horse, to see where he goes."  Tess Gallagher