Saturday, August 28, 2010

A reminder about loving without attachment...

I love this poem...

Giant dandelion, summer 2010, Bend, OR...

To Have Without Holding ~ Marge Piercy

Learning to love differently is hard,
love with the hands wide open, love
with the doors banging on their hinges,
the cupboard unlocked, the wind
roaring and whimpering in the rooms
rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds
that thwack like rubber bands
in an open palm.

It hurts to love wide open
stretching the muscles that feel
as if they are made of wet plaster,
then of blunt knives, then
of sharp knives.

It hurts to thwart the reflexes
of grab, of clutch; to love and let
go again and again  It pesters to remember
the lover who is not in the bed,
to hold back what is owed to the work
that gutters like a candle in a cave
without air, to love consciously,
conscientiously, concretely, constructively.

I can't do it, you say it's killing
me, but you thrive, you glow
on the street like a neon raspberry,
you float and sail, a helium ballon
bright bachelor's button blue and bobbing
on the cold and hot winds of our breath,
as we make and unmake in passionate 
diastole and systole the rhythm
of our unbound bonding, to have
and not hold, to love
with minimized malice, hunger
and anger moment by moment balanced.


Friday, August 27, 2010

The Sweet and Precious Art of Bessie Pease Gutmann...

A very happy Pink Saturday ~ especially to Collette, who we celebrate and send much love to.
Today, I celebrate my favorite kind of pink..., (baby pink.)

The other day I had the delight of seeing a collection of prints by American 20th century artist Bessie Pease Gutmann.  CG's Mom collected her art over many years, she was a very big fan, and I can see why...  I have NEVER ever come across another artist that had the obvious love and adoration of children and babies.  Her paintings and sketches are so very dear and so genuinely filled with love...., take a look at these...

I don't know how much cute I can take (when it comes to children - lots actually!)...  

Gutmann had three children of her own, who often modeled for her work.  She had a very successful career as an illustrator for many magazines during the early part of the 20th century, but her work lost its appeal around the time of world war II...  Sadly most of her originals have disappeared, but what's left of her art is gaining popularity again..., I can see why...  

Here's a few of my favorites..

"Good Night"

"A Chip Off The Old Block"


Cute, cute, cute...



Thursday, August 26, 2010

Pomegranates, Persephone & Full Moon..

Do you ever feel affected by the full moon?  For the past two nights, I have lain awake the full moon shining her light into the bedroom, illuminating the garden, the house, the trees..., my brain...

Full Moon Over Seattle...

Two nights ago, my mind would not be quiet.., I felt tugged at and called upon by the sheer brilliance of light coming in through my bedroom window, shining on me, as I tried to hide under my covers... - trying to ignore, trying to sleep..., it was no good, I could not, instead, I chose to lay there and bathe in the light of this insistent full moon.  I dreamt awake dreams of pomegranates... , richly painted, giant sized fruits on canvas, big and ripe and full... then  dreamt of them in delicious, opulent fabrics of velvet and silk, with gold thread and ruby red beads... and so my night went on,,, and on... wishing I could get up and have all the fabrics and beads and oil paints and canvas at my fingertips... so I might create with my hands what the moon was telling me...., or not...

Perhaps instead,  it was a visceral awareness that my body is having to the end of summer...  The air has that special smell to it..., subtle, but there... the gentle end of one season, the summoning of another...  Perhaps that is why I saw pomegranates...  In the world of myth, we are nearing the time when Persephone must go down underground to be with Hades, master of the underworld, after abducting her and wanting to make her his wife, he tricked her into eating food from the underworld - six or seven pomegranate seeds.. According to the law of the Fates, anyone that eats underworld food is doomed to live for eternity there...,  Persephone's mother Demeter 's love was so strong, and her grief so great at losing her beloved daughter, that Zeus took pity on her and demanded that Hades release Persephone...and so during spring she is released to reunite with her mother on Mount Olympus and the earth flourishes with life and beauty and great harvest, and then in the fall, when she must return to Hades (because of the curse of the underworld food,) all plants die back and return to the underground with Persephone till the following spring...

Do you feel changes in the air?

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

A Poem ~ The Lake Isle Of Innisfree

This poem is a celebration of peace and solitude, written by one of Irelands most gifted 20th century poets.  My imagination rows a boat to the Isle in the lake, as my heart is captured by the first line of this poem, and does not let go till the final words "heart's core."  

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow.
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

~ William Butler Yeats

Monday, August 23, 2010

A tree that gives and gives...

Mimosa Tree ~ Albezia julibrissin 

Are you familiar with this beauty?   At the end of each August, I look forward to driving down this particular street in our little town, just so that I can set my eyes on this wonderful, precious sight.  Each summer this tree is covered in delicate (in looks only,) fern like foliage, and a profusion of delicate gossamery pompoms...  

This tree creates joy, by just being...

When CG and I visited Kauai (most aptly named "The Garden Isle,") we couldn't help but notice the dense forests that covered much of the island, they were  filled with trees that had stunning sculptured trunks and thickly green luscious tree tops resembling giant bouquets of broccoli  especially when seen from above.  I was curious about the them and did some research to find out more about the trees and discovered  they were Albezia's...   Apparently they grow so plentifully there, and are such rapid growers, they are almost considered a weed.  I say "almost," because it turns out that these exquisite trees give much more than their beauty...  Scientists are studying these spectacular trees and have discovered that they produce more nitrogen per acre than any other known plant, and are one of the fastest growing trees in the world.  Farmers in Kauai note that under the trees lush grass grows in profusion, due to the nitrogen giving feature of the Albezia...

Imagine..., farming without fossil fuel created fertilizer, running into the streams and poisoning mother earths fragile ecosystems..  Imagine instead fertilizing crops  using the leaf and twig material from these heaven sent trees, who's flowers smell like nectar....

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Sweet Summer Tomatoes...

Picking the fruits of summer...

There is nothing like the taste of home grown tomatoes, now we have a greenhouse  growing and ripening tomatoes is so much easier.  I love the smell of tomato plants, and the slow and gentle art of  picking these juicy, red jewels, plucking fingers rub against the leaves releasing their delicious aroma...

My favorite way to eat tomatoes is right off the vine, or with some goat cheese, fresh basil and bread (gluten free of course,) and perhaps a few Nicoise olives.... yummmmmmmm...

A perfect pair - Fresh picked tomatoes and basil...

Here's a beautiful, juicy poem... enjoy...

Picking Tomatoes ~ by John Tansey

In the midst of my angst,
I stooped to see a woman
picking tomatoes;
Choosing with such deliberate surety,
the plump ripe one at the right moment.
Suddenly, I sensed the world was upheld by her
and I felt safe, being near this earthly gardener.

Gentle, like Zen, in its old age,
She was an elegant, gray haired woman
named Eve, a biblical, ancient beauty
who left Adam to stay and care for the Garden,
a maiden of the woods,
married to the tree of knowledge.
And as I reached out to feel her essence,
she picked the one that I was on!