Saturday 28 January 2023

The age of innocence



Remember when the days were long
And rolled beneath a deep blue sky
Didn't have a care in the world
With mommy and daddy standing by
When "happily ever after" fails
And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales
The lawyers dwell on small details
Since daddy had to fly

Oh, but I know a place where we can go
Still untouched by man
We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by
And the tall grass waves in the wind
You can lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair fall all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence

O beautiful, for spacious skies
But now those skies are threatening
They're beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man that we elected king
Armchair warriors often fail
And they've been poisoned by these fairy tales
The lawyers clean up all details
Since daddy had to lie

Oh, but I know a place where we can go
And wash away this sin
We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by
The tall grass waves in the wind
Just lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair spill all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence

Who knows how long this will last?
Now we've come so far, so fast
But somewhere back there in the dust
That same small town in each of us
I need to remember this
So baby, give me just one kiss
And let me take a long last look
Before we say good-bye

Just lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair fall all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocenceWriter/s: Bruce Hornsby, Don Henley
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Friday 27 January 2023

Song From The Moors

 



Song From The Moors
by Rachel Bronte.
Artist Robert McGinnis.
They were both so young
When they met for the first time
Loving was easy
Though there were dark clouds
They only saw blue skies
Words filled with passion
Souls became entwined
But she grew up proud
He wasn't good enough
She wanted him gone
He ran off into the dusk
Far away from her
Far away from me
She wanted a gentleman
So married that kind of man
He offered his heart
So she gave him a part
Of her, but her heart was torn
And in thoughts strayed to the one
Heathcliffe my darling
He'd lie awake at night
Feel her whisper his name
Hoping she just might
Come home,
Please come home
Haunting love haunting love
Do not leave my weary side
Touch my face through the wind
Feel the rain, the tears I cry
Drive me mad drive me crazy
Just don't ever let me go
You are mine and I am yours
Kindred soul


Wednesday 25 January 2023

Winged Soul Repair


 


one fine day
i came across
a caterpillar sunning
sipping tea
he turned to me
and flashed a grin of cunning
are you lost~
in need of help?
why have you come running?
i'm in search
i said to him
of wings that might grow stunning
in that case
you have to learn
the secret life of weaving
and let go
of habits that
create your disbelieving
when you're done
with all you know
heart filled with losses grieving
only then
are you ripe for
winged-soul retrieving
string a pin
with silken hope
and wishes bright with gleaming
thread your fears
of sad goodbyes
and all your broken dreaming
loop the sun
around your thread
with candles gently beaming
add to that
a babbling brook
with whispers in the streaming
lullabies
and lovers sighs
weave soft into your looming
add full moons
burlesque balloons
and secret gardens blooming
stitch until
your sight grows dim
allow the all-consuming
a new view
with wisdom's hue
your chrysalis is grooming
on each bruise
the dark will place
a rainbow splendored kiss
and infuse
your highest flight
with dreamtime's deep abyss
what comes next
i must confess
is mysterium and bliss
new life springs
this time, with wings
it's your metamorphosis
poem
"Winged Soul Repair" @angisullins
Photo ©David Spencer


Lunch for Friends

 Main course

Coconut Milk Chicken with Parsley Lime - https://www.littlebroken.com/coconut-milk-chicken-with-cilantro-lime/



Aubergine Parmigiana - https://www.jamieoliver.com/recipes/vegetables-recipes/aubergine-parmigiana-melanzane-alla-parmigiana/

Potato Boulangere - https://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/boulangere-potatoes

Boulangère potatoes


Grilled courgette & halloumi salad with caper & lemon dressing - https://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/grilled-courgette-halloumi-salad-with-caper-lemon-dressing


Grilled courgette & halloumi salad with caper & lemon dressing on an oval plate


Pudding

Damson Swirl Cheesecake - https://thedamsoncollection.co.nz/blogs/dessert/20193345-damson-plum-cheesecake

Apple and black berry crumble with creme fraiche (gluten free)

Topping
1 Cup ground almonds
1/3 cup sugar
1/4 cup butter
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon

Cheese and Biscuits
Coffee and mints


Saturday 21 January 2023

The Dryad


 


By Richard Le Gallienne.
Artist Erica Wexler
My dryad hath her hiding place
Among ten thousand trees.
She flies to cover
At step of a lover,
And where to find her lovely face
Only the woodland bees
Ever discover,
Bringing her honey
From meadows sunny,
Cowslip and clover.
Vainly on beech and oak I knock
Amid the silent boughs;
Then hear her laughter,
The moment after,
Making of me her laughing-stock
Within her hidden house.
The young moon with her wand of pearl
Taps on her hidden door,
Bids her beauty flower
In that woodland bower,
All white like a mortal girl,
With moonshine hallowed o'er.
Yet were there thrice ten thousand trees
To hide her face from me,
Not all her fleeing
Should 'scape my seeing,
Nor all her ambushed sorceries
Secure concealment be
For her bright being.
Yea! should she by the laddered pine
Steal to the stars on high,
Her fairy whiteness,
Hidden in brightness,
Her hiding-place would so out-shine
The constellated sky,
She could not 'scape the eye
Of my pursuing,
Nor her fawn-foot lightness
Out-speed my wooing.



Wednesday 18 January 2023

Virgina Wolfe

 


A.A. Milne

 

🎂 Happy birthday to A.A. Milne (1882-1956), English writer and poet best known for his immensely popular stories of Christopher Robin and his toy bear, Winnie-the-Pooh. 👇
"You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes."
"Some people care too much. I think it's called love."
"People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day."
"It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like 'What about lunch?'"
"Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them."
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Wednesday 11 January 2023

Paulo Coelho

 



“Everything, absolutely everything on this earth makes sense, and even the smallest things are worthy of our consideration.”
- Paulo Coelho,
The Witch of Portobello
About the Author:
Paulo Coelho de Souza is a Brazilian lyricist and novelist, best known for his novel The Alchemist. In the Witch of Portobello, a work of fiction, Mr. Coelho writes of the return to the Goddess religion. Here, he expounds upon the interpretation of love, and the feminine part of the Divine within the theme of opening to the energies of the world in search of one’s true self. Central to the story is the question of how we find the courage to be true to ourselves - even if we may be unsure of who we are.
[Image: Lady of Shalott (1889-1892) tempura and oil on panel by William Holman Hunt (1827-1910). Manchester City Art Gallery.]
About the Painting:
This painting has a complicated and elaborate symbolism, not the least of which is the Lady of Shalott herself being an artist. Further, the painting possibly reflects Mr. Hunt's own aesthetic on the consequences of turning from duty to yield to the temptations and material realities of the world.
The Smart Witch by Elizabeth