# 544 Emily Dickinson
The Martyr Poets – did not tell -
But wrought their Pang in syllable -
That when their mortal name be numb -
Their mortal fate – encourage Some -
The Martyr Painters – never spoke -
Bequeathing – rather – to their Work -
That when their conscious fingers cease -
Some seek in Art – the Art of Peace -
This really speaks to me! How about you?
*These photos were taken over the course of 3 years and are not of the same caterpillar/butterfly.
sway in the wind proudly
above dead mulch
I was told a long time ago, by a lady with lots of followers, not to explain my haiku. However, I think this one might need some explanation, so I am going to do that. This haiku came to me one day, a couple of years ago, when I went outside to weed my flowerbed after reading about the WBC and their latest protest. (In the spring and summer I weed my flowerbeds to blow off steam.) They are the ones that protest against American soldiers, as well as gays, you’ve seen their signs. It just amazes me that they disrespect the soldiers that give them the right to protest. Let me clarify, I don’t agree with anything that they say or how they say it. But I am always surprised when people get mad at soldiers. I understand being mad at the Government and seeing godlessness there, but the majority of soldiers are faith-filled and join the military because they love their fellow countrymen. If it wasn’t for the soldiers that went to battle and died for us we would not have the rights that we do. The Westboro “Baptist Church” is a disgrace to Baptists churches, really all churches everywhere, and they are a disgrace to our country. But I pray for them because I know that God is moving in that church. It has become smaller in recent years. Even some family members of the preacher that leads them have left. I hope that when people see pictures of them holding their signs, or actually see them standing on the side of the road, that they know that this is a small group of people and 80% of Christians do not act like that. In fact most Christians that read their Bible and attend church on a regular basis are continually embarrassed by the WBC.
Also, mulch keeps your flowerbed moist and helps your flowers to grow. It is not pretty but it is necessary and probably does not get the thanks that it deserves.
Meddle not in the affairs of Dragons for thou art tasty and go well with ketchup. -Unknown
Does anyone know who said this? It is another one of my favorite quotes.
At least – to pray – is left – is left -
Oh Jesus – in the Air -
I know not which thy chamber is -
I’m knocking – everywhere -
Thou settest Earthquake in the South -
And Maelstrom, in the Sea -
Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth -
Hast thou no Arm for Me?
I have days like this occasionally. How about you?
how many times will the moth
burn himself on the light bulb
before he finds the real moon
Did you learn your lesson the last time you got burned?
I could not, at any age, be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on. Life was meant to be lived. Curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life. –Eleanor Roosevelt
What do you do to keep curiosity alive?
I envy Seas, whereon He rides -
I envy Spokes of Wheels
Of Chariots, that Him convey -
I envy Crooked Hills
That gaze upon His journey -
How easy All can see
What is forbidden utterly
As Heaven – unto me!
I envy Nests of Sparrows -
That dot His distant Eaves -
The wealthy Fly, upon His Pane -
The happy – happy Leaves -
That just abroad His Window
Have Summer’s leave to play -
The Ear Rings of Pizarro
Could not obtain for me -
I envy light – that wakes Him -
And Bells – that boldly ring
To tell Him it is Noon, abroad -
Myself – be Noon to Him -
Yet interdict – My Blossom -
And abrogate – my Bee -
Lest Noon in Everlasting Night -
Drop Gabriel – and Me -
She capitalizes a lot of words that she shouldn’t but I like that. I always try to caps things that don’t need to be. I see capitalization as importance and think we should capitalize more words.
but no romance
How often does your power go out? It happens to us about three times a year.
I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year’s fashions, even though I long ago came to the conclusion that I was not a political person and could have no comfortable place in any political group.
-Lillian Hellman, Letter to the US House of Representatives, Committee on Un-American Activities, 1952
This quote comes to my mind a lot. Have you ever heard it?
Good Morning – Midnight -
I’m coming Home -
Day – got tired of Me -
How could I – of Him?
Sunshine was a sweet place -
I liked to stay -
But Morn – didn’t want me – now -
So – Goodnight – Day!
I can look – can’t I -
When the East is Red?
The Hills – have a way – then -
That puts the Heart – abroad -
You – are not so fair – Midnight -
I chose – Day -
But – please take a little Girl -
He turned away!
What things have you had to leave behind?
son finds seeds
plants and waters them
my shadow in the garden
I was so proud of my son this fall. As I was cutting back my plants and getting them ready for winter, he found some seeds on the porch that were from one of my Lucifer plants, and he decided they needed to be planted. So I let him put the four seeds in a planter that only had one plant in it. I really hope they come up next spring. It is the first seeds he has planted by himself. (The picture is from 2 springs ago – I don’t let him wear shorts when its cold outside!)
Do your kids help you in your beds?
Cuz’ everybody knows if the cold wind blows/
And the seeds don’t sprout crops won’t grow/
Even though you’ve done the best you can/
And when you’re livin’ in a house that you don’t own/
And the money in the bank is almost gone/
The only thing in life I know that stands/
Is the love between a woman and a man/
Chorus to Chris Cagel song: The Love between a Woman and a Man
Your weekend quote is the chorus of a song that was never on the radio.
Here is a poem of Emily’s that is a little more fun. She did not only write about dreary things.
Which Dickinson poem is your favorite?
You’ll know it – as you know ’tis Noon -
By Glory -
As you do the Sun -
By Glory -
As you will in Heaven -
Know God the Father - and the Son.
By intuition, Mightiest Things
Assert themselves – and not by terms -
“I’m Midnight” – need the Midnight say -
“I’m Sunrise” – Need the Majesty?
Omnipotence – had not a Tongue -
His lisp – is Lightning – and the Sun -
His Conversation – with the Sea -
“How shall you know”?
Consult your Eye!
Lord, is it I?
Lord is it I who would betray you
Is it I that will abandon you now
Jesus is it me that will leave you
In your greatest moment of need
Will I turn my back and be silent
Leave You with a kiss of death
Lord is it I
Supping with You only to smear Your name
Will I give You up to the world tonight
Along with all of Your promise of hope
For thirty pieces of silver or gold
Turn my back after walking by Your side
Lord is it I
I didn’t want to put this out there. I didn’t want to even hint that I have ever felt this way.
But, if you have any kind of a relationship with Jesus, I think you wonder this at some point.
Peter was The Rock that God built his church upon, and even he denied Jesus. So I guess I’m in good company.
I planted sage by my door this spring and have not had any ants come in yet, and it’s Fall!
Do any of your plants do double duty and keep pests away?
It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it. -Oscar Wilde
Today is Young Reader’s Day. Do you encourage your child to read for fun?
Here is a poem by Emily that starts out dark, but ends in hope. She writes beautifully about hope.
Don’t you think?
We grow accustomed to the Dark -
When Light is put away -
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye -
A Moment – We uncertain step
For newness of the night -
Then – fit our Vision to the Dark -
And meet the Road – erect -
And so of larger – Darknesses -
Those Evenings of the Brain -
When not a Moon disclose a sign -
Or Star – come out – within -
The Bravest – grope a little -
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead -
But as they learn to see -
Either the Darkness alters -
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight -
And Life steps almost straight.
fire bursting upwards
yellow falling down
How did your day start out? With loud sounds and craziness? With gentle fumblings in the dark?
Did you feel rushed and already behind or have you enjoyed your morning?
When humans participate in ceremony, they enter a sacred space. Everything outside of that space shrivels in importance. Time takes on a different dimension. Emotions flow more freely. The bodies of participants become filled with the energy of life, and this energy reaches out and blesses the creation around them. All is made new; everything becomes sacred. -Sun Bear
Will you be participating in any ceremonies this weekend?