Marcel Dyf - Village of Kerjouanao,France.
Dear Diary,
It seems too long since my last posting; life has been rather busy again. It is late at night so for now I am just going to post a poem I love and a couple of pics.
Winter Landscape - Breon O'Casey
The Breon O’ Casey pic is the sort of thing I would paint (if I could paint). I am hopeless at art and can’t even draw stick men but I have often been tempted to paint abstracts in blocks of colour. Finding this picture was strange because I have wanted to do something similar and I would have started with blues.
Blessings?
I have really enjoyed The Secret Life of Bees, it almost made me want to take up beekeeping., I am waiting for the DVD now but I am sure I will be disappointed. Books and films are never the same but then a book is a book and a film is a film and I guess we should not compare them. The style of writing of the Bees reminded me a little of Joanne Harris and of her book Chocolat, I don’t know why. I had to have a big mug of hot chocolate close by when I read that one - an essential accompaniment such was the book’s chocolatey-ness|! The film was very disappointing though.
We have hedgehogs nesting close by and a young one was outside the back door last night. I have been hearing that they are becoming rare and I must admit I hardly ever see them on the roads now so I was overjoyed to see our visitor.
The dry weather continues and we see the sun every day.
We light the woodburner in the evenings though and I almost look forward to winter and to dreams of cosy hibernation.
Sunday tomorrow, my favourite day of the week.
I promised you the poem,
Love after Love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Derek Walcott
That will do for now, my bed is calling,
Bye for now,
Go mbeannai Dia duit,
Cait.
8 comments:
Wonderful poem. True contentment comes from knowing yourself well.
I do envy you your hedgehogs. Although what Edward would make of them, I can only wonder!
Have a lovely Sunday!
I love the poem, too. I wish we had hedgehogs here; they seem so cute!
Paintings, as always, are beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing all of this.
Nothing wrong with stick men - my children drew superbly when they were small; as we get older we have inhibitions. The abstract is good though - a very interesting thing to try, much harder than you might think.
I liked the slide show too; some pictures of Aberaeron I think - isn't that wonderful harbour, th ebest in Wales perhaps Have you been to Llanychaeron a few miles away? It is my favourite National Trust property.
That poem was absolutely beautiful, thank you for sharing it with us. I shall pass it along to someone who has been feeling, shall we say a little lost.
I cannot draw either, and when I have tried abstracts, they just somehow look...wrong! Not what I had in my mind at all, somehow the message from brain to hand became garbled along the way.
We have hedgehogs visiting the garden too... and often they cross the road and drivers slow down to wait! Mostly....
Thank you, yet again, Cait. You are so, so right, a book is a book and a film is a film ... and for those lucky enought to find their way to you posts ... a poem is sublime.
xo
I found the film of Chocolat disappointing too Cait. Loved the book though. Hope life has slowed a little for you x
Dear Cait,
I just adore that Poem, I hope you do not mind if I have wrote it down for keeping.
Love the little hedgehogs, I have not seen any here for quite a while, very worrying and do hope they do not vanish completely from our countryside.
I have always wanted to paint Cait, I still have to get that blank canvas, I am a beginner though. Love the blue colours too Cait, hope that you will take up those brushes and paints soon.
Wonderful painting of the cottage in France.
Having the Woodburner lit is so cosy now Cait, all snuggly with a good book too.
xx
A rally beautiful poem.
So sorry I have been out of the loop for a bit.
Greetings from NY
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