Not to make loss beautiful,
But to make loss the place
Where beauty starts. Where
the heart understands
For the first time
The nature of its journey.
Love, yes. The body
of the beloved as the gift
Bestowed. But only
Temporarily. Given freely,
But now to be earned.
Given without thought,
And now loss
Has made us thoughtful.
~ Gregory Orr ~
(Concerning The Book That Is the Body Of The Beloved)
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Matins
II (excerpt)
I arise today
Blessed by all things,
Wings of breath,
Delight of eyes,
Wonder of whisper,
Intimacy of touch,
Eternity of soul,
Urgency of thought,
Miracle of health,
Embrace of God.
May I live this day.
~ John O"Donohue ~
(Eternal Echoes)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(Pour Mes Amis Francais)
Matines
II (extrait)
Je me lève aujourd'hui
Béni par toutes choses,
Ailes de souffle,
Délice des yeux,
Merveille de chuchoter,
L'intimité du toucher,
Eternité de l'âme,
Urgence de la pensée,
Miracle de la santé,
Étreinte de Dieu.
Puis-je vivre cette journée.
~ John O "Donohue ~
About the Photographer:
Val Tilu hails from Aix en Provence, France.
In her own words:
“Cigale photographe, Passionnée par l'image, j'aime la beauté des gens et du monde, la lumière comme l'obscurité, la nostalgie de l'enfance...”
"On a cigada trail, my camera loves to capture images, pictures, life, objects,views. I love the beauty of a face, a silhouette, the light and its textures , the darkness, the shadows, the nostalgia of childhood ..."
Directed by: Tobias Gundorff Boesen
Animation by: Katrine Kiilerich, Frederik Villumsen, Christophe Peladan, Tobias Gundorff Boesen
Light and Photography: Martin Bested, Andreas Berg
2010 The Animation Workshop
My Bachelorfilm from The Animation Workshop. Set to the song "Slow Show" by The National, who were kind enough to allow me to use their music. It is a non-commercial short film, intended for festivals.
It is shot in the forests surrounding Viborg, Denmark. My main inspiration was Victorian literature, and "Boxer" by the national. It was painful to finish, as shooting stop motion in the forest at night for longer periods turned out to offer a lot of problems :) But it was also great fun and adventure.
My Review ~
This is a beautifully done little film . The characters are tender and one becomes involved with this little animal family so that there is a sadness and a feeling of loss. It takes work to achieve that in a short film. The ending is wonderful and surprising. Lovely, magical, inspired. Beautiful scenery and very creative animation work.
Noelle Renee
On the Road
Though this land is not my own
I will never forget it,
or the waters of its ocean,
fresh and delicately icy.
Sand on the bottom is whiter than chalk,
and the air drunk, like wine.
Late sun lays bare
the rosy limbs of the pine trees.
And the sun goes down in waves of ether
in such a way that I can’t tell
if the day is ending, or the world,
or if the secret of secrets is within me again.
1964
~Jane Kenyon
A strange man uses holographic tools to build a world for the woman he loves.
About the Photographer: Marco Benedetti is a delightful young and extremely talented photographer who hails from Bergamo, Italy. You can find many of his stunning photos of the natural world, macro, black and white on 1x.com, which will lead you to his personal Homepage . You may also view an interesting variety of his work on http://www.photoemotive.com.
from Just Imagine Dolls (so real you would swear she wasn’t a doll !) .
Seeds of our nature
May tempt us to run from what
is truly natural.
~Noelle Renee
5/20/11
I found the delightful, short little Independent animated film below on the life of a seed on Vimeo. I hope you enjoy it.
For More Haiku My Heart, Please visit Recuerda mi Corazon! where the seeds of love and friendship are sown each week. Please join us!
Candle lit in hope
Prayers for a fine furry friend
Home in the Morning.
~Noelle Renee
My Little Fergus has been hurt. He was attacked by some wild animal outside and was bitten in the lower stomach. He fractured his back leg pretty badly possibly from a fall. They have cleaned the wound, anesthetized him sutured him, given him morphine and today they set his fractured leg. He is still at the hospital with an I.V. and a lot of pain medication running through him. They had to open up the fracture site because the bone was shattered so badly. I have been very worried about him. I feel so badly that I let him outside. He seems so sure of himself most of the time. He could barely move last night, he was in so much pain.
When he comes home I have to keep him in a crate for 6-12 weeks because he will have a cast and huge pins in his leg.Please keep us in your thoughts. He is such a special little kitty and I have so many pictures of him on my computer. He has been such a buddy to me. I just wanted to let you know. The vet bill is prohibitive but I am working on finding ways to pay it over time. I am just very glad that he will be alright and will walk fine once the cast is off.
When I went to the vet today, they told me that someone had made a donation toward the bill. I couldn’t imagine who that would be, but it was my best friend of 25 years. I had been on the phone with her earlier in tears and she called the vet and put down $500.00. I started crying at the pet hospital when they told me, and I called her while I was still there. They were good tears though, the kind you have when you know someone cares so much about you that they do something completely amazing without telling you. I am very grateful for good friends. Thanks for letting me share this with you.
Peace and Light,
Noelle Renee
For More Haiku My Heart Please see Recuerda mi Corazon.
http://noelleclearwater.chipin.com/fergus-the-cat-get-well-fund
Every morning, cup of coffee
in hand, I look out at the blue mountain.
Ordinarily it’s blue, but today
it’s the color of an eggplant.
And the sky turns
from gray to pale apricot
as the sun rolls up
Main Street in Andover.
I study the cat’s face
and find a trace of white
around each eye, as if
he made himself up today
for a part in the opera.
~Jane Kenyon
“In Several Colors”
from Collected Poems
Geese
by Michael Shorb
Just north of Valley Falls
rust mustard hue of
fading autumn
chills the marsh
last storm of
Canadian geese
stuns the flyway
imprinted engines of feathers and cries.
I wonder how they'll
thread their way
how instincts born of spanning
northern frosts and raw
walnut air
navigate interstate
haze to pinpoints in
South American distance
zeroing back with
each unerring swoop
to splashdown
on a mountain lake
where reeds bend
mirrored in watery
reflections
of their own swaying
they and the vanishing geese
a single string
stirring
neutron dance
sifting
branches of the actual
surrounding me like
breath returning
when everything else
is gone.
©2009, Michael Shorb
http://poetry.about.com/od/poems/l/blshorbautumn.htm
The Pink Horizon--
A Warm Palette of Late Fall,
Washed in Red and Gold.
--Noelle Renee 11/18/2010
For more wonderful Haikus go to recuerda mi corazon
Bustopher Jones: The Cat about Town
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones--
In fact, he's remarkably fat.
He doesn't haunt pubs--he has eight or nine clubs,
For he's the St. James's Street Cat!
He's the Cat we all greet as he walks down the street
In his coat of fastidious black:
No commonplace mousers have such well-cut trousers
Or such an impeccable back.
In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is
The name of this Brummell of Cats;
And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white spats!
--(an excerpt from T.S. Eliot’s Old Possum’s Book of Cats)
**When I saw this photo I couldn’t stop smiling, and Meri’s theme gave me such an opportunity to post it, so I am sharing the Joy! I love T.S. Eliot’s Old Possum’s Book of Cats and this photo seemed to fit so perfectly. Thanks to Meri of Meri’s Musings for this great idea of Sharing the Joy. We need a logo!
Guest photo from pixdaus.com. Please click on photo to go to original site. Thank you.
The Real Work
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
~ Wendell Berry ~
(Collected Poems)
guest photo: please click on the photo to go to the Pixdaus.com site from which it is taken.
Ducks
From troubles of the world I turn to ducks,
Beautiful comical things
Sleeping or curled
Their heads beneath white wings
By water cool,
Or finding curious things
To eat in various mucks
Beneath the pool,
Tails uppermost, or waddling
Sailor-like on the shores
Of ponds, or paddling
- Left! Right! - with fanlike feet
Which are for steady oars
When they (white galleys) float
Each bird a boat
Rippling at will the sweet
Wide waterway…
(Excerpt)
Frank W. Harvey
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/show/6390-Frank-W-Harvey-Ducks
My thanks to Rebecca from recuerda mi corazon for showing me how to do this fun animation!
You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.
Paulo Coelho
“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
Red Peonies by StadnikT@photosight.ru
Prayer for the Journey
Journeying god,
pitch your tent with mine
so that I may not become deterred
by hardship, strangeness, doubt.
Show me the movement I must make
toward a wealth not dependent on possessions,
toward a wisdom not based on books,
toward a strength not bolstered by might,
toward a god not confined to heaven.
Help me to find myself as I walk in other's shoes.
(Prayer song from Ghana, traditional, translator unknown)
My thanks to Joe Riley at Panhala.net for sharing this poem http://www.panhala.net/Archive/Journeying_god.html
Here is a nice link I found for an “off the beaten track travelogue of Burkina faso". I love things like this. http://www.off-the-beaten-track.net/?/travelogues/bf01c01.html
Lavender-Blue (Dilly-dilly)
Lavender blue
Dilly-dilly
Lavender green
If I were king
Dilly-dilly
I'd need a queen
Whoa-oh, who told me so
Dilly-dilly
Who told me so
I told myself
Dilly-dilly
I told me so
If your dilly-dilly heart
Feels a dilly-dilly way
If you'll answer yes
In a pretty little church
On a dilly-dilly day
You'll be wed in a dilly-dilly dress of
Lavender blue
Dilly-dilly
Lavender green
Then I'll be king
Dilly-dilly
You'll be my queen
Then I'll be king
Dilly-dilly
You'll be my queen
(Lavender blue, dilly-dilly)
(Larry Morey and Eliot Daniel)
lonely geisha
House of paper dreams.
Lantern warms the moths.
So needless is needed.
In anguish honor bound.
(Written By “Is It Poetry" )
“Becoming A Geisha” Music by John Williams
Theme Music from “Somewhere in Time” Composer John Barry
