The Daily Joys…

…of a simple life well lived. Where Truth and Peace are the beds we sleep in. Where we can’t count our blessings because we are our blessings. Where we’ve walked thru death and love and those other things that make us human. While we continue to breathe in peace, breathe out a smile.

“There are random moments – tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children’s rooms – when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.”

Elizabeth Berg -The Art of Mending.

Posted by Ravenous Butterflies

Daughters

And Poems of Truth

“When your little girl
asks you if she’s pretty
your heart will drop like a wineglass
on the hardwood floor
part of you will want to say
of course you are, don’t ever question it
and the other part
the part that is clawing at
you
will want to grab her by her shoulders
look straight into the wells of
her eyes until they echo back to you
and say
you do not have to be if you don’t want to
it is not your job
both will feel right
one will feel better
she will only understand the first
when she wants to cut her hair off
or wear her brother’s clothes
you will feel the words in your
mouth like marbles
you do not have to be pretty if you don’t want to
it is not your job.”

Caitlyn Siehl

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Truth

Posted by Poetic Outlaws

“I feel my failure intensely
as if it were a vital organ
the gods grew from the side of my head.
You can’t cover it with a hat and I no longer
can sleep on that side it’s so tender.
I wasn’t quite faithful enough
to carry this sort of weight up the mountain.
When I took my vows at nineteen
I had no idea that gods were so merciless.
Fear makes for good servants
and bravery is fraudulent. When I awoke
I wasn’t awake enough.”
~ Jim Harrison

Jim Harrison

Although Jimmy boy was quite a rotter in his lifetime, wasn’t he. Not only that, even to his fans he became a bit of a dirty-old man. Too sad that, that so many men—with or without true artistic credentials—become such lechers when in the presence of the beautiful younger ones. Why do they consider that their value? Their right? Perhaps he is indeed right when he says he wasn’t awake enough.

And he wrote beautiful prose, published some fine books.

Sometimes A Poem

Tales of the old forest faeries

Posted to and by Tales of the old forest faeries

And, one day
I looked back for you
But you weren’t there anymore
A stranger did I see
Looking back at me
And, in that very moment
I did promise
That I would keep looking back for you
As I know
One day
I will
See you again

Poem written by Athey Thompson
Poem taken from A Little Book Of Poetry

Art by Arthur Rackham

And sometimes a poem just hits you, knocks your socks off as we used to say. Just as I used to look for you, and somedays now still do.