Visited Stella Luna Gelato on location at the Carp Farmers Market twice this summer. I was so pleased to find them a little bit closer to home! Pure indulgence. My brother, Norm, had the Ferrero Rocher and I had the Chocolate Toffee flavour on the first visit, Lemon on my second. What a lovely tasty treat!
I commented on this post over on Jan Falls’ Heart Poems blog: Mary Oliver is one of my favourite poets. In this poem, she captures so well in her last question that elusive thing that I have not yet managed to capture for myself.
That thing I need to grasp before I too die too soon, never having made peace with the journey.Carol
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I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
view the whole poem here
On the cusp of solstice, this poem seems like the perfect reminder, an invitation, to pay attention to how we are living.
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LANDSCAPE GRAFFITI
A solitary oil drum, painted white,
overnight acquires its own halo,
of cast off tire seated firmly
on its lid. A flourish of pop bottle
drained empty of its soul, rises over both.
The final embellishment a belt
of bold paint, all uppercase
bright red: “No Trespassing.”
It bears no sign of the buckshot
fate we might expect should we try
to cross its boundaries.
Carol A. Stephen
June 18, 2015
Response to Never Think There Aren’t Things You Can Do to Beautify the World, on Steam Punk City, at Wituals by Harold Rhenisch, Harold comments that junk has more rights than we do. I wish he wasn’t right. Check out Harold’s journey to find art in the city landscape.
I am participating in Blogging 101 for ways to pump up the volume here on Quillfyre. Today’s assignment: changing the blog title and/or tagline.
I thought about it, but other than adding one of my favourite quotes, which has nothing to do with blogging, poetry or writing (or not much!) I realize that I am still happy with aspiring. I’m not perspiring, expiring or retiring from writing. And anything else sounds too academic, which is not what I do.
Oh yes, the quote? Lemme see if I can find it— Ah! There it is!
“Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up, it knows it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve. It doesn’t matter whether you’re the lion or a gazelle-when the sun comes up, you’d better be running.”
English: An ancient statue of a lion with a gazelle between his feet, exhibited in the garden of the Damascus National Museum, Syria. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Source might be:
― Christopher McDougall, Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen
But then there is also this information which dates much further back than McDougall: http://quoteinvestigator.com/2011/08/05/lion-gazelle/
Of course, look far enough, and you read someone else saying it’s all wrong. “The antelope only has to run faster than the slowest antelope.” http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=661372
It doesn’t really matter though, because the part that resonates for me applies no matter who has the need for speed: when the sun comes up, you’d better be running.
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