Archive for spring

You Sweep the Floor

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , , , , on November 3, 2017 by Mj Rains

The lord of beauty enters the soul
as a man walks into an orchard
in Spring.
Come into me
that way again!
Light the lamp
in the eye of Joseph. Cure Jacob’s
sadness. Though you never left,
come and sit down here and ask,
“Why are you so confused?”

Like a fresh idea in an artist’s mind,
you fashion things before they come into being.

You sweep the floor like the man
who keeps the doorway.
When you brush
a form clean, it becomes
what it truly is.

~from, You Sweep the Floor, by Rumi

Image: Hugh Dancy

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Even the false spring…

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , on March 17, 2016 by Mj Rains

false spring

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.
The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

~Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

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a moveable feast

A Eclectic Spring Collection…

Posted in Fashion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 7, 2014 by Mj Rains

black dress spring

“A woman knows she’s wearing the right dress when her  man wants to take it off.” ~Robert Paul

tulips

Tulips…are better than one…

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A welcome home…

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“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”  ~ Jonathan Safron Foer

elle decor room of the week

A room in which we can drink wine, talk of our lives and our losses…and what remains despite it all…

Black Dress # XXIV

Posted in Girl in the Black Dress with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 23, 2014 by Mj Rains

black dress burberryBlack Dress XXIV

Burberry Spring/Summer 2014

 

Pondering life as it is, marriage, and aging ever so slowly…

Posted in "Wit"icisms", Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 23, 2013 by Mj Rains

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We are love
and conversation
and truth.

We find those little ways to speak to each other
to say even with subtle gestures
what the other already knows.

A spark, even after twenty years, that, too,
makes life anew, sensual,
sexual in strange ways

the light in the morning
on pale skin…
a laugh and low talking.

Then coffee.

I many times find it hard to believe
the wedding day wasn’t yesterday.
Yet I feel the sting of so many washed up years…

many good but washed with bleach
pale…
soft and gentle and there
full of wishes and dreams that are yet to come.

Is it too late to feel renewed, rejuvenated?

Feeling this makes a mid-aged life fresh and livable.
Full of desire and bright light and fresh green trees
like the ones trying to spark in spring
in the yard
beyond the mulch and parked cars

where the lawn keepers parked their lawn mowers.

_______________
4/22/13

This Wit has been down for a bit, literally, in more ways than one…but my esteem  is coming back, and hopefully some “witicisms” along with it. Business with life sometimes

squashes inspiration, or, when one is more inclined, it actually does the opposite, and, so

I am trying.

 

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