Thursday, 20 December 2012

Poetry and Shakespeare

Shakespeare taken from inside the Dirty Duck, Stratford-upon-Avon ~
© Robin Dalton




"The purpose of poetry is to remind us
how difficult it is to remain just one person,
for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors,
and invisible guests come in and out at will.

What I'm saying here is not, I agree, poetry
as poems should be written rarely and reluctantly,
under unbearable duress and only with the hope
that good spirits, not evil ones, choose us for their instrument.

From "Ars Poetica?" by Czeslaw Milosz

From:  http://www.parabola.org/poetry-home.html

Thursday, 29 November 2012

Waiting...

My forgotten English graveyard angel continues her role as sentinel on a cold wintry day.


Today I find myself waiting... again.

Worrying, wondering, overcome with anxiety.

So much has happened since my last post.

I am back in the loving arms of my husband, his family, a few friends and the beautiful Sussex Coast with my faithful dog following me from room to room still believing in me.


In two weeks I will be 60. I don't quite know how I feel about that.

 “...of all the hardships a person had to face none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.” 
― Khaled HosseiniA Thousand Splendid Suns


Wednesday, 31 October 2012

A Country Road in Oklahoma by me, Robin Dalton (c) 2009


I am leaving California in a few days and the Mendocino Coast on Saturday. I have a lot to do to prepare for this new journey. I also have a lot of sad good byes to make. This means I am pretty much unavailable. It also means I will probably not answer all my Private Messages or email. 

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence. ~Henry David Thoreau

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Dragon Writing Prompts: What should happen next?

 Love this post from 2009 about using Tarot for writing inspiration:

Dragon Writing Prompts: What should happen next?: I stumbled across a few tarot spreads designed specifically for writing projects and the need to use them as a NaNo prompt wouldn't let go! ...

Monday, 23 July 2012

Music in the Trees

On the Tall Trees Trail at The New Forest in Hampshire England ~ photography (c) by me, Robin Dalton



There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it. ~Minnie Aumonier

One of my photos from yesterday while exploring the New Forest, which isn't new at all having been established by William the Conqueror in 1079. 

Saturday, 14 July 2012

Pandora and Hope





"Terrified, Pandora closed the lid. But the gods, feeling a little sorry for what they were about to do, had put, among the evil creatures, a good one whose task was to heal the wounds of the body and soul. This wonderful creature was Hope."

I found this on Facebook from GrnEyedGYpsy , one of the finest healers I've ever known. It was something I needed to hear at this point in my life, so I thought I would share it here...

Thursday, 17 May 2012

Tea Time: Some thoughts on tea

English Tea ~ Photography by (c) Robin Dalton


Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world.  ~T'ien Yiheng

 Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves - slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future.  ~Thich Nat Hahn

You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.  ~C.S. Lewis


 

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

Postcards from UAC Invitation

Stardreaming



I wanted to share my latest project with you, well, mini-project. I was asked by Donna Woodwell to help her with this and I jumped at the opportunity. If you are interested in astrology and have chance, come join us!

 

Greetings World of Astrologers!

UAC, the world’s largest gathering of astrologers, is being held in New Orleans from May 23 to 29.  We will miss every single one of you who cannot make it… which is why we’re going to do our best to bring the party to you!
In a divinely chaotic grassroots effort, we’re encouraging all tech-savvy UAC attendees to send your images and videos out to our astro friends around the world as “Postcards from UAC.”  We’ve organized a worldwide network of volunteers to collect your postcards and share them with the global community.

Here’s how: Just take your video or images snapped on your smart phones or other devices and email them to:

UACPostcards@gmail.com

Our fabulous volunteers will upload them to the UACPostcards feed, which can be viewed at:

Youtube: PostcardsfromUAC
 
Flickr: PostcardsfromUAC
 
Twitter: @UACPostcards
 
Facebook Group: UAC Postcards
 
Or, if you are posting your own UAC-related content, you can use the twitter hashtags:

#UAC2012 #UACPostcards #UACPostcard

Please note: film or audio of UAC-sponsored lectures is not permitted. But everything else is fair game.

So, if you can’t make the conference, but still want to join in the conversation, feel free to join in the conversation at any of the feeds, or share videos and images with your friends.

With Love from the UACPostcards elves:

Robin Dalton @star_dreamr
David Tavalin @dionysus8
Anthony B. @mystic_virgo67
Wonder Bright @starsofwonder
Donna Woodwell @lunalicious
 
For those of you wanting to know more about UAC, you can find them HERE
 
Namaste

May Day 2012


The world's favorite season is the spring.
All things seem possible in May. ~  Edwin Way Teale



Photography by me (c) Robin Dalton ~ Chalice Well Gardens, Glastonbury


On this day a year ago, The Wonderspouse and I were visiting Chalice Well Gardens in Glastonbury for a recharge. It seemed appropriate to share this photo with you. 

Wishing you a joyful May!

Robin

Wednesday, 11 April 2012

I Am Waiting

Park Bench in the Rose Garden at Lancing Manor ~ photography by (c) Robin Dalton




I Am Waiting

By Lawrence Ferlinghetti 
 
I am waiting for my case to come up   
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting   
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier   
and I am waiting   
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the Second Coming   
and I am waiting
for a religious revival
to sweep thru the state of Arizona   
and I am waiting
for the Grapes of Wrath to be stored   
and I am waiting
for them to prove
that God is really American
and I am waiting
to see God on television
piped onto church altars
if only they can find   
the right channel   
to tune in on
and I am waiting
for the Last Supper to be served again
with a strange new appetizer
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for my number to be called
and I am waiting
for the Salvation Army to take over
and I am waiting
for the meek to be blessed
and inherit the earth   
without taxes
and I am waiting
for forests and animals
to reclaim the earth as theirs
and I am waiting
for a way to be devised
to destroy all nationalisms
without killing anybody
and I am waiting
for linnets and planets to fall like rain
and I am waiting for lovers and weepers
to lie down together again
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the Great Divide to be crossed   
and I am anxiously waiting
for the secret of eternal life to be discovered   
by an obscure general practitioner
and I am waiting
for the storms of life
to be over
and I am waiting
to set sail for happiness
and I am waiting
for a reconstructed Mayflower
to reach America
with its picture story and tv rights
sold in advance to the natives
and I am waiting
for the lost music to sound again
in the Lost Continent
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the day
that maketh all things clear
and I am awaiting retribution
for what America did   
to Tom Sawyer   
and I am waiting
for Alice in Wonderland
to retransmit to me
her total dream of innocence
and I am waiting
for Childe Roland to come
to the final darkest tower
and I am waiting   
for Aphrodite
to grow live arms
at a final disarmament conference
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting
to get some intimations
of immortality
by recollecting my early childhood
and I am waiting
for the green mornings to come again   
youth’s dumb green fields come back again
and I am waiting
for some strains of unpremeditated art
to shake my typewriter
and I am waiting to write
the great indelible poem
and I am waiting
for the last long careless rapture
and I am perpetually waiting
for the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urn   
to catch each other up at last
and embrace
and I am awaiting   
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder


Wednesday, 28 March 2012

I Am the Hanged Man. What Card Are You?



You are the Hanged Man



Self-sacrifice, Sacrifice, Devotion, Bound.


With the Hanged man there is often a sense of fatalism, waiting for something to happen. Or a fear of
loss from a situation, rather than gain.


The Hanged Man is perhaps the most fascinating card in the deck. It reflects the story of Odin who offered himself as a sacrifice in order to gain knowledge. Hanging from the world tree, wounded by a spear, given no bread or mead, he hung for nine days. On the last day, he saw on the ground runes that had fallen from the tree, understood their meaning, and, coming down, scooped them up for his own. All knowledge is to be found in these runes.


The Hanged Man, in similar fashion, is a card about suspension, not life or death. It signifies selflessness, sacrifice and prophecy. You make yourself vulnerable and in doing so, gain illumination. You see the world differently, with almost mystical insights.


What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.






The Hanged Man from The Prairie Tarot by Robin Ator ~ http://www.glowinthedarkpictures.com/prairietarot/arcana.html

Friday, 16 March 2012

Thinking About Faeries


Fairy and Unicorn - ©Michael Hague



Spread your wings and let the fairy in you fly!  ~Author Unknown

Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels.  But their magic sparkles in nature. 
 ~Lynn Holland

Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
~William Butler Yeats, "The Land of Heart's Desire," 1894

Current Astrological Tansits: Take the High Road

Okay friends, we've got a Pluto Moon conjunction squared (see stressful) by Mercury Uranus conjunction. Those are some seriously heavy energies.

Think before you speak. Work on your own behavour before pointing your fingers at others.

In fact, take the High Road! Don't worry about what other people are doing.

Speaking of the High Road, retrograde Mars is opposing (see that guy over there is stopping me from doing whatever) Neptune.

Write a poem. Listen to some music. Paint a picture. Watch a movie. Meditate. Practice unconditional love. Keep your heart open. Chill.

Namaste'


Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Blooming Heather of Late Winter

Blooming Heather from my forgotten front garden ~ Photography by me, 24 February 2012


"Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day."
- Elizabeth Bowen


"The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size."
- Gertrude S. Wister


There is a sadness in my heart.

Is it always this way just before spring bursts forth?

Is the light always this dim?

Does the sound of laughter always feel like a miracle?

Friday, 24 February 2012

Walking Through a Forgotten Cemetery


Dixie in a forgotten English graveyard, February 2012 ~ Photography by me

"The only real equality is in the cemetery." ~ German Proverb

"The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place."
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais


Dixie has strained a ligament, so it is short walks for us and no chasing or, heaven forbid, leaping up for the ball.

Today we wandered over to a cemetery near us that time seems to have forgotten. It was a warm spring like day in late February.

We let the sun heal our old and aching bones and absorbed the quiet you can only find in an English graveyard.

Saturday, 18 February 2012

Winter Skies

Bleak February Skies From My Back Garden ~ Photography by me


Although, I can almost hear
spring whispering to me on the wind,
It is still winter.

Although, I want to believe
joy is just around the corner,
it eludes me.

Although, I want to believe the people
(and there are many)
I have manged to alienate,
in an attempt to deal
with my very personal pain,


will find me again...

I fear it is just me
and this bleak lonely world.

I wait for the promise of Spring...
~me

 "Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle ... a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl.  And the anticipation nurtures our dream."
-  Barbara Winkler


Wednesday, 15 February 2012

An Empty Basket

Navajo Basket ~ purchased in Arizona ~ photographed by me

Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty basket; you put your life into it and make something out of that. ~ Mary Oliver


 
When Death Comes by 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, and 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 the 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.

Tuesday 14 February 2012: A Red Day

Flowers for Valentine's Day... Photography by me


Roses are red
Tulips are too
and even the daisy
Yet, I'm thinking of you...
~ a little bit of silliness by me while thinking of The Wonderspouse

"Red is the ultimate cure for sadness." ~Bill Blass

Photo of the flowers the Wonderspouse and I picked out for each other :)

Thursday, 9 February 2012

An Update On My Friend, Dixie

Dixie after a glorious romp with her ball! Photography by me


Some of you will remember last winter when my best friend, Dixie, became very ill and was eventually diagnosed with Atypical Addison's Disease. See HERE

Today, she went for her annual check up. The vet we had grown so very fond of, had moved on, so we saw Nikki. Nikki was quite pleased with the state of Dixie's health. *applause and dancing ensues*

Yes, she is still on prednisolone (but a low dose) and she must continue on with her special (i.e. costly) food. She has a mild ear infection (the steroids make it hard for the body to deal with infections of all kinds) but that can be easily treated with ear drops. In extremely cold weather she must limit her outdoor activity because her body doesn't make any cortisol on its own to handle the stress caused by the cold.

However, and this is the really good news, the vet sees no reason to conduct more ACTH Stress Tests to test her body's ability to make cortisol. Those of you who were with us last year, will remember just how ill those tests made her.

So our little rescue dog from Waterford, Ireland will be celebrating her 6th birthday on the 20th of February and 5 years of sharing her life with us on the 17th of February.

Tonight we are celebrating.

I hardly ever lean over her while she is sleeping just to be sure she is still breathing, anymore (insert smiles).

“Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time – like to have a friend takes time.” ~ Georgia O'Keefe

I have seen what it means to have a friend.


The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, not to worry about the future, or not to anticipate troubles, but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly.” ~ Buddha