Category: Love
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the four green fields blog14: the goddesses of the moon
[Unenhanced photo of the moon. Sailing west, looking south. The North Atlantic Ocean. Photo is mine.] Whenever people look at clouds they do not see their real shape, which is no shape at all, or every shape, because they are constantly changing. They see whatever it is that their heart yearns for. ~~Eduardo Agualusa, A…
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the four green fields blog5: a poet’s grave
[A roadside flower, ready to spread it’s seed. Co Sligo, Ireland. Photo is mine.] When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; ~~from When You are…
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A Dark And Sad Anniversary
[Steve’s grave. Monroe, Louisiana. Photo is mine.] The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. ~~ L. P. Hartley On Friday, November 22, I will step away from whatever social engagement I may be involved in…and I will look up to a cloud or maybe a single star. And I will remember.…
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yes I said yes I will Yes.
[James Joyce. Source: Google Search.] Yes, I’m perfectly aware that the title I’ve chosen for this blog is the final sentence in the wondrous novel, Ulysses. Written by James Joyce (shown above) and considered one of the most seminal books of the 20th century. I am also aware that the quote is from Molly Bloom’s…
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Dark Odds Indeed
[The Nobel Laureate. Robert Zimmerman, aka Bob Dylan. Source: Google Search.] Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth. ~~Henry David Thoreau Bob Dylan, American singer and songwriter, will be eighty-three years old on May 24. As I write this I realize that that’s old. True, not old to many people who are…
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How Do I Love Thee?
[Love me do. Source: Google Search. dreamstime.] But there is love that makes a cup of tea Love that loves both who you are and who you want to be Love that waits for you when you fall behind That’s the kind of love I hope you find. ~~Gretchen Peters Like all well-behaved bloggers, I…
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Anemonia Keeps Me Awake
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out. ~~Richter [The Berlew Family Reunion. Orange, PA. September 6, 1926. Photo: Egan Family Archives.] I don’t think it rained that day. There are no clouds in the sky. I should know. I’ve crawled inside this photo more than once over the years. One…
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Twelve Days With A Sad Little Tree
Ho ho the mistletoe Is hung where you can see Somebody waits for you Kiss her once for me… ~~Burl Ives (Lyrics by Johnny Marks) [The sad tree. Photo is mine.] Once upon a time, I was sitting in a small inexpensive apartment in a city quite far from where I’m writing this, and I…
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Another Day Another Something To Upset Me
[Sometimes I wish this was my life. Quiet, serene, contemplative and domestic. Myself, Mariam and, of course, Lassie. But, I’m not in this photo. It’s not 1949. It’s 2023. Source: Google Search.] Late morning on this day. It’s November 14 and I had just left my surgeon’s office. He saw my foot, two and a…
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My Premonitions?
“If we learn nothing else from this tragedy, we learn that life is short and there is no time for hate.” ~~Sandy Dahl, wife of United Flight 93 pilot, Jason Dahl [Split images. Photo: New York Times.] The memory of that Tuesday morning is still very clear in my mind. That crisp autumn-like day when…
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