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.
Reposted from Jackthorn Life When We All Lived In The Forest (the group) The fragrances of the essential ingredients of Lily of the Valley have a relaxing effect and gently caress the senses … Apart from being a beautiful flower, the lily of the valley also has its healing properties. The plant contains resins, acids and sugars. Lily of the valley normalizes blood circulation and eliminates unpleasant sensations in the heart. It has a calming effect on the nervous system. Since ancient times, a decoction of the flowers of the fragrant plant has been used to treat heart problems.
Russian legend has it that these beautiful flowers grew from the tears of a mermaid who loved shepherd Sadko very much. She had such strong feelings for him that one night she decided to go to the human kingdom on her own and find him. She wandered for a long time in fields, swamps and forests. And here, among the slender birches, she noticed two silhouettes, playing in the moonlight. This was Sadko with his beloved. The proud beauty turned and left the human world with a broken heart to hide in her water kingdom.
And only the moon saw her beautiful blue eyes shed pearly tears. They fell into the grass and turned into white flowers. Thus the maiden’s tear for the mermaids became a symbol of unrequited but pure love.
Lilys of the Valley grew in my mother’s yard, in the old yard from the first house in La Crosse. I loved them and loved that I got to pick them, bring them in a set them in small old vases. They grew around the side of the porch before the undergrowth began and the places where I could hide.
There is this, isn’t there. I expect I’ve posted this before as it’s my own personal deadly sin. The sin of SLOTH.
And a belated happy birthday to Jos Heller. A good man, a good writer. One still revered and honored as well he should be.
Donna May Story Tender
Joseph Heller’s Birthday was May 1, 1923. He of course wrote Catch 22, a novel much quoted still today, or at least referred to although few know of the origin. An absurd or contradictory choice. (You have to be insane to want to stay in the army. You want to get out, plead insanity. Ha! If you’re insane you wouldn’t want to get out! A catch 22.)
And that’s the way things are, this today, this now.
“Whatever you’re meant to do, do it now. The conditions are always impossible.” Doris Lessing
And why do we wait to be told? Told anything. As if we need permission to be, to believe, to become. Someone else said, “It is never too late to become what you were meant to be.” (Jung, I believe, tho others are also credited with the quote.)
Writers Ink—Writing and Stuff 