“March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.” ~L.M. Montgomery
Winter: It is in the final throes, the cusp when the days gradually begin to finally grow warm and tingly with Spring at long last. We are quite lucky that it has made a light meal of us here on San Juan Island, mostly only baring it’s claws via the season’s chilly air. Let us hope that it has taken it’s final bow of sugaring our lands white to let Spring finally roam amongst us!
Are any of you ready for Spring? Or do you wish that Winter would last a little bit longer? Let me know in the comment section!
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For the first time in the last few days we had a flawless sunny day here in Friday Harbor (aside from the damp chill that clung to the air)!
The way the light and shadows played together in these photos had such a interesting visual impact that I HAD to capture and wanted to share with you all…I hope you enjoy them!🙂
What is it about poetry that inspires us to greater heights of thought, finally forming the long lost thought that we are truely spiritual beings beyond our flesh and bones?
I find the cadences from which the way words flow and wind around us is a great indication of our strength in the Soul and the Mind, that we truly in fact do project our “essence” into the world to make it a more satisfying and bearable place when sometimes our human shell can only comprehend and understand so much.
I remember back when I was quite young learning about poetry for the first time in elementary school, but mostly about the rhyming variety. And for some unknown (but most likely silly) reason, I vowed from that day forward that I HATED poetry and would never write any, only stories. Now, fast forwarding to QUITE a few years later, poetry is my main form of written expression and I only write fiction occasionally. I think that back then I had some sort of subconscious whisper from my future self that I was going to rebel in such an unconventional, beautiful, and profound way through free verse poetry after being such a quiet and almost painfully shy little girl; I WAS going to come out of the other side stronger and wiser.
Now all the poets of the world: BE PROUD! Poetry is one of THE HARDEST forms of writing to write. KNOW you have sent your words from the ink on your page into the air to change our world just as some other poets have done before you; They are proud of you and your courage to open up in such a way to the world.
And not to forget the readers of poetry: By just re-reading the works of other poets, your thoughtful views on their precious work makes it take on new colors and textures which we need in such a vast world which makes it that much more beautiful; don’t EVER discount that!
And to bring a thoughtful end to this post: What are your thoughts about poetry? Do you have any favorite poets? Do even write your own poetry or are you just a devoted reader of it? Let me know in the comment section!
Most seem haunted by the fog, as well as the rain that can sometimes accompany it.
To them it is a veil that has dropped making the world lose it’s respective color. But for me it often heralds a time of inspiration, renewal, and (I dare to even say) comfort!
Here are a few photos chronicling my inspiring walk down near my small island town’s port/ferry landing and I hope you enjoy them! But if you do choose to include these very photos on your own blog or elsewhere on the web, please be courteous and ask for my permission. Also, please link back to this post…that is all I ask!
And I ask you: What weather inspires you and gives you comfort? I would love to hear all about it in the comment section!
Thank you for reading!