"I hate quotations" -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Bahkti (devotion)

"Full fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made;

Those pearls that were his eyes;

Nothing of him that doth fade,

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange."

-Shakespeare (The Tempest)

"Only give up a thing when you want some other condition so much that the thing has no longer any attraction for you, or when it seems to interfere with that which is more greatly desired." -Gandhi

Adventure, as seen in Walter Moer's Zamonian Dictionary: "A daring enterprise undertaken in a spirit of curiousity or temerity, it is potentially life threatening, harbours unforeseeable dangers and sometimes proves fatal"

"And I'll walk slow

I'll walk slow

Take my hand,

help me on my way" -Mumford and Sons

"Trying to find, oh an emotion you cannot deny" -Laura Marling

"Asante sana!

Squash banana!

We We nago! (you are the baboon)

Mi Mi apana! (and I'm not)"

-Rafiki

"Don't you love

Don't you love me that way?" -Laura Marling, Old Stone

"I've rolled around the orchard

and found myself too awkward" -Johnny Flynn

"Standing on the west side of your cliff, bury a ghost

Doesn't the north wind make your fingers stiff,

who lost the most" -Johnny Flynn and the Sussex Wit, Hello Hello

Yugen (Japanese)- an awareness of the universe that triggers emotional responses too deep and mysterious for words

"The tiger is vanishing" -World Wildlife Fund

"One can tell for oneself whether the water is warm or cold" -Confucius

"There's a wolf-pack on your hills, its after you" -Roo Panes, I'll Move Mountains

"For everything a theme"-Expos. teacher

"It's hard to accept yourself as someone

you don't desire

as someone you don't want to be

Oh give me to a Rambling man" -Laura Marling, Rambling Man

simple starts make blooming hearts

a green spread

air misty

a mother and young child stand

under a very tall tree.

the tree supports the sky,

bursting crimson

Life roots under a wide

field.

it feels eternal

HappyAutumn

Dawn as ending light

Ravens curled in squirrel nests

Something rustles under foot

Sweet bear! Blackberries in palm.

The water this time of year is sweet

All the fish too drunk to jump.

And swirling down on a leaf

The simplicity of it all!

An inchworm, green and good.

Good fellow! How you’ve been inching,

You make the May Snake look slow.

Rustling, rushing, swirling

Brazen brook and your comrades the crows

How does it go on Autumn evenings?

You are held by more friends, the shadows, so be content as the sun!

It seems lonely down by the low trunks of trees

But all worms are out to see the last fire of in the west, for the night, and rest.

Crickets still chirp, but dreamily now

And frogs tell stories of golden waters

Everything and everyone chatters

Until the moon blossoms in the sky,

Then everything and everyone falls silent and gazes out.

listening to Hello, Hello by Johnny Flynn! Its so great!

Happy Autumn all!! Its the best season by far... so beautiful! If I wore beautiful autumn fashions I would post pictures of them, but alas I do not, and so an impromptu poem and picture? Perhaps.

Merry May

Today in class we read the "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carrol (amazing poem) and discussed his amazing word creations (did you know he coined the word 'chortle'?)... this was the poem I had to make modeled off of his fashion of, well, fashioning words.


Merry May

Weather and merry
And tarry with me here!
Cried the waloompish mouse.

Nay, Little Mouse,
To the Ogg Meadow we move,
And in deegish confiding I say,
It is to find the Merry May.

Adore, adore! Said the waloomping mouse.
And so they narry well skipped to the meadow.

When they arrived, all moophing and out of sorts, for they had run fastly,
The mouse and his friend looked all around for the Merry May.

It was a fluke, a tristy trick! Said they, after
Peering around, getting all sorts of nicks.

And so it was, they returned home all grogged down
But when they sat down to tea
(all snucked with toast from the kitchen)
what but what was on the table!
Their very own Merry May, all at last in a vase.

"everybody's starry-eyed"

source: http://girl-and-closet.blogspot.com/


source: http://peacelovebellavita.blogspot.com/









These are some of my favorite musicians (Ellie Goulding and Regina Spektor) and some of my current delights... all enchanting!

Sherlock, BBC screenshot of show*
ellie 1: http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/42705991/Ellie+Goulding+EG5.png
ellie 2: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ftrcHvbPMK8/TK4jNj3btFI/AAAAAAAACqQ/TUWI82XYSzo/s1600/01.jpg

felling.

tyring, trying to wash away the destruction,
the pollution
I hear you, I feel you
keep falling, falling
one day you will unveil our barest bones.

"Ah, J'aime le vent!"

I realized I never posted pictures from my trip to France! Ah... what a trip.. totally and completely not what I expected... ended up being very lonely by the third week. But what came out of that loneliness- me becoming a warrior in a sense, to fight for my path to be uncovered again. I actually left the house I was staying at on a Sunday morning (left on peaceful grounds with the woman I was staying with though she becoming extremely gruff towards me) and went to Orleans where I knew there was a big trainstation because I had been there a week or so before exploring around. Of course the country practically closes on Sundays.. so I didn't know where to go to get to all the hotels.

I ended up asking an elderly woman for directions and she smiled and helped a lot.. then she came back and offered to help me find a hotel- well turns out she was so thoughtful and kind that after helping me look around for a hotel, she offered her house to me for the night. It intuitively felt right, so I went with my gut and just did it. It was amazing... her house was in the suburbs of Orleans. Such a cute house! There were items from all around the world everywhere; masks, books, shells, everything! Her husband passed away seven years ago, so she's been alone from that point on.

We just ate awesome meals, like meals I thought I was going to have in France but never had- like cheeses and bread, a cucumber salad, pink wine, melon, many different jams... all in different little waves. It was so cute!

I also got to hear many cool stories- like how her husband went to Africa for 25 years (left when he was 20) to collect and examine insects and shells. There were drawers and drawers full of butterflies and huge beetles- she even had an entire cabinet full of thousands of types of rocks.

How thrilling it was to experience this, this flurry of intuition and trust. I think the entire three weeks I was sitting in the countryside not really knowing why I was there, eventually becoming lonely and defensive, were worth me being able to find this lovely woman in her 70s... and to wrap up my trip like this.

This trip is so special to look back on- all the people I met, from my first restaurant waitress to the man running the book flea market (who thought I was Russian), the man who runs a little decor boutique who let his puppy run around the store, the woman who helped me find where I was going... the man who took me to the bus stop when I was lost another time... the man who followed me for a while (this was unintentional, haha), the Brittish couple who cracked me up when they called their camera a "wee little thing" and refused to open its case while going through security, my first and only taxi cab driver who made fun of me for making him drive me to La Gare de Lyon a mile away, the guy who told me how to say 'frog' in French while we were hauling 180 bales of hay onto a tractor (didn't have a choice...), the guy who helped me haul my suitcase onto the train..
to the French: thank you! Yes, the French will watch as you have a meltdown, a gaunt and numb look on your face as your crumbled map is once again torn open, but they will also help you as much as possible when you ask for help. To Eliane, thank you for being as embracing as family when I literally had no where else to go!