Saturday, May 20, 2017

Saturday Verse: "When Death Comes" - Mary Oliver


When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse 
to buy me, snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox 
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, 
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility, 
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,  
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence, 
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to earth. 
When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. 
When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real 
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument. 
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world. 

                                                                           - Mary Oliver 

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Saturday Verse: Nikki Giovanni - "Mothers"

the last time i was home
to see my mother we kissed
exchanged pleasantries
and unpleasantries pulled a warm
comforting silence around
us and read separate books 
i remember the first time
i consciously saw her
we were living in a three room
apartment on burns avenue 
mommy alway sat in the dark
i don't know how I knew that but she did 
that night i stumbled into the kitchen
maybe because i've always been
a night person or perhaps because I had wet
the bed
she was sitting on a chair
the room was bathed in moonlight diffused through tiny window panes
she may have been smoking but maybe not
her hair was three-quarters her height
which made me a strong believer in the samson myth
and very black 
i'm sure i just hung there by the door
i remember thinking: what a beautiful lady 
she was very deliberately waiting
perhaps for my father to come home
from his night job or maybe for a dream
that had promised to come by
"come here" she said "i'll teach you
a poem: I see the moon
              the moon sees me
              god bless the moon
              and god bless me

i taught that to my son
who recited it for her
just to say we must learn
to bear the pleasures
as we have born the pains

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Saturday Verse: "The Bean Eaters" - Gwendolyn Brooks


They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.
Dinner is a casual affair.
Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood,
Tin flatware.  
Two who are Mostly Good.
Two who have lived their day,
But keep on putting on their clothes
and putting things away. 
And remembering...
Remembering, with twinklings and twinges,
As they lean over the beans in their rented back room that
is full of beads and receipts and dolls and cloths.
tobacco crumbs, vases and fringes. 

                                                                - Gwendolyn Brooks

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Saturday Verse: "Verses from My Room" - Susanna Tomalin


When you come looking for me I'll be gone.
Time is laid waste where waiting has been done.
Though you might find forever and to spare
And bring it to me, I will not be there.  
I heard you call me once, so calm and clear,
As children call each other by their names.
Adults avoid such touching, telling games
And only say what everyone may hear.  
Listening is lonely only in the dark;
People and business and the day obscure
Persistent shadows, if they cannot cure
Creases where thought and word have left their mark. 
Flatten your nose against the window-pane.
Knock at the door, then open it with care.
You'll find a book left open on a chair,
Thrown on the bed my coat still wet with rain, 
Some shoes piled in the corner, and a pen,
Dropped from a pocket, lying on the floor.
Maybe a photo in an open drawer
Will catch you eye, and make you smile, and then 
Perhaps you'll speak, although it is absurd
To ask a question of such emptiness,
You'll make your invitation and address
A place as pointless as a voiceless word. 
When you come looking I'll be far away.
Will you be puzzled? What, I wonder, say
In your bewilderment? Will you know why
I went and didn't wait to say goodbye?

                                                             - Susana Tomalin 

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Music for Your Midweek: "Keep on Loving You" - Cigarettes After Sex


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And the original OMG. At least just watch the first 20 seconds:

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Something for Sunday: "The Whole Gamut of Human Endeavor"


One year while I was at BYU, I made a goal to attend every BYU devotional. They were held on Tuesday mornings, and during that block of time, there were no classes and practically no campus resources, so that helped my goal. I don't remember too much about those devotionals, but I do remember them as a weekly time set apart where I could think, or listen, or just let my mind wander. It was a welcome thing.

This evening as a drove toward Memory Grove, I caught a snippet of this talk on the radio and loved it. It's for everyone, really. Have a listen:

She mentions this blog post by Ariel Suzich, and this this talk by President Gordon B. Hinckley. I especially loved the following quote:
"Study your options. Pray to the Lord earnestly for direction. Then pursue your course with resolution.The whole gamut of human endeavor is now open to women. There is not anything that you cannot do if you will set your mind to it... 
For you, my dear friends, the sky is the limit. You can be excellent in every way. You can be first class. There is no need for you to be a scrub. Respect yourself. Do not feel sorry for yourself. Do not dwell on unkind things others may say about you... Polish and refine whatever talents the Lord has given you. Go forward in life with a twinkle in your eye and a smile on your face, but with great and strong purpose in your heart." 
Give is a listen to feel extra inspired:

All good counsel

Happy Sunday

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Saturday Verse: "The Song of Wandering Aegnus" - W.B. Yeats


I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout. 
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air. 
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
                                                         - W.B. Yeats