Who could resist????
Friday, October 11, 2013
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Art Cat Enjoys Summer Too
Oh yes, the spoiled house cat who has a patio and an outdoor chair of his own to sleep on when roaming the yard gets too stressful. What would I do in my life without furry creatures to make me smile?? Rupert enjoyed the summer way too much, caught several mice and birds and made a great watch-cat (just in case a neighbour came by). This is him looking up at me through the patio doors.
Ode to Vincent
Sunflowers. Now I know where the inspiration of one of my favourite artists came from. Who could resist the beautiful yellow in these flowers!!
I cut some lovely sunflowers before the frost got to them and put them into a huge vase. They looked like one of VanGogh's paintings!!! Wow!!! The beautiful creations in nature astonish me!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
I Want to Unfold
I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough
to make every minute holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes towards action,
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don't want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
And I want my grasp of things
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that took me safely
through the wildest storm of all.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
to make every minute holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes towards action,
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don't want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
And I want my grasp of things
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that took me safely
through the wildest storm of all.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Insomnia Diaries #3
I've been so tired lately that I haven't had the energy to post anything on my blog. The blanket of fatigue I am living with is becoming all-encompassing and it's hard to just get my daily things done. Of course, and not suprising, the labels "chronic fatigue" and "fibromyalgia" have been tossed around but I am no inclined to lay down so gently and let them give me that sentence.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Insomnia Still......Diary Entry #2
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Insomnia Diaries Entry #1
Somebody please help me. It's been 1 1/2 months and I haven't been sleeping very well. I don't know what to do anymore....it's very confusing and frustrating. I try, honestly try to sleep, fall asleep for an hour or so and then I'm up again. This is a form of hell, I think. It's also quite lonely as everyone else is sleeping away, which just makes me more jealous. HELP!!! I bet I had no problem sleeping after a long day picking and bunching radishes. Not sleeping is truly torture. I need horse tranquilizer, or propofol (sp?). Now I know how poor old Michael Jackson felt.
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