"We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are."
Anais Nin
Thursday, July 8, 2010
The Blessings That Come With Water
"We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are."
Anais Nin
Just one of Killarney's Greatest Gifts
"Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends." William Butler Yeats
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
In Love with Books
I won't be free to call it quits
until all the books are read,
until every word I've ever heard
is tucked neatly in my head.
Stacks of books, on top of books
line my library wall
some I've read more than once,
others not at all.
I've read the Irish poets,
some golf philosophy,
am overwhelmed by the beauty of words,
at times unexpectedly.
How to Zen and Yoga too,
have graced my room as well
as Walden Pond and Richard Bach-
stories only they can tell.
As a collector of books, I've managed quite well
to acquire quite a few friends,
like Emerson, Twain, Oscar Wilde and Blake
the list never ends. Barbara Botch
Tell me what you like to read. I would love to know what you have on your bookshelf.
until all the books are read,
until every word I've ever heard
is tucked neatly in my head.
Stacks of books, on top of books
line my library wall
some I've read more than once,
others not at all.
I've read the Irish poets,
some golf philosophy,
am overwhelmed by the beauty of words,
at times unexpectedly.
How to Zen and Yoga too,
have graced my room as well
as Walden Pond and Richard Bach-
stories only they can tell.
As a collector of books, I've managed quite well
to acquire quite a few friends,
like Emerson, Twain, Oscar Wilde and Blake
the list never ends. Barbara Botch
Tell me what you like to read. I would love to know what you have on your bookshelf.
The House With a Stream
This morning I woke after having a dream,
remembering only a house with a stream.
Small and beautiful, the door a delight,
the entrance engulfed me, the sun was so bright.
There were pictures of mom and dad and the kids,
the kitchen was stocked, each bowl had a lid.
Flowers and plants
and books filled the room,
six chairs and a table,
the time was just noon.
I walked outside could this be what it seems?
and that is when I spotted the stream.
The water looked cool and flowed with such ease,
squatting to touch it I
fell to my knees.
Oh how familiar all of this felt,
while tears filled my eyes
there as I knelt.
I'll always wonder
just what this dream means
until I find the house with the stream.
remembering only a house with a stream.
Small and beautiful, the door a delight,
the entrance engulfed me, the sun was so bright.
There were pictures of mom and dad and the kids,
the kitchen was stocked, each bowl had a lid.
Flowers and plants
and books filled the room,
six chairs and a table,
the time was just noon.
I walked outside could this be what it seems?
and that is when I spotted the stream.
The water looked cool and flowed with such ease,
squatting to touch it I
fell to my knees.
Oh how familiar all of this felt,
while tears filled my eyes
there as I knelt.
I'll always wonder
just what this dream means
until I find the house with the stream.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Thoughts at First Light
I'm thinking this morning about the beauty added to my life every time I've been with family; a son, sisters in law, brothers in law, nieces, nephews and friends. It was a weekend filled with great food and drink, wonderful conversation, golf and laughter; reacquainting, the getting to know each other and the liking. Lives change, age creeps in but it's the good cheer and enjoyment that sends us home with a renewed sense of well being. There is real comfort in the friendship of family. Thanks for a great weekend.
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