birthday blooms

likely the most beautiful bouquet i've ever received,

from G on my birthday.

they arrived with blooms closed, like this...

... and have been the gift that keeps on giving

over the last few days, as the blooms open more fully.

what a lucky girl.

superstition

I have painted a picture of a ghost
Upon my kite,
And hung it on a tree.

Later, when I loose the string
And let it fly,
The people will cower
And hide their heads,

For fear of the God
Swimming in the clouds.

-- amy lowell

come my cantilations

Come my cantilations,

Let us dump our hatreds into one bunch and be done with them,
Hot sun, clear water, fresh wind,
Let me be free of pavements,
Let me be free of the printers.

Let come beautiful people
Wearing raw silk of good colour,
Let come the graceful speakers,
Let come the ready of wit,
Let come the gay of manner, the insolent and the exulting.

We speak of burnished lakes,
And of dry air, as clear as metal.

- ezra pound

with bells on

2012 is proving to be the year of weddings - six invitations so far!

have been to some beautiful ones the past few years. one of the best

parts of watching everyone else get married (besides the maaaad partying)

is getting to pick and choose your favorite pieces/decorations/ideas (including

creative ways of including your closest friends in the wedding

without having fifteen people standing by your side at the 'altar') .

one of my friends from med school just sent out these

invitations - gold envelopes with a GORGEOUS font. picture doesn't do it justice.

i didn't open it for thirty solid minutes because it was so pretty.

what things want

You have to let things
Occupy their own space.
This room is small,
But the green settee

Likes to be here.
The big marsh reeds,
Crowding out the slough,
Find the world good.

You have to let things
Be as they are.
Who knows which of us
Deserves the world more?

- robert bly

travelling

This is the spot:—how mildly does the sun
Shine in between the fading leaves! the air

In the habitual silence of this wood
Is more than silent: and this bed of heath,

Where shall we find so sweet a resting-place?

Come!—let me see thee sink into a dream
Of quiet thoughts,—protracted till thine eye

Be calm as water when the winds are gone
And no one can tell whither.—my sweet friend!

We two have had such happy hours together

That my heart melts in me to think of it.

- william wordsworth

(7 am in my bedroom, with my fellow fur-brained

conquistador of the morning at my side, or purring on my stomach...)