Friday, 28 December 2012
Thursday, 27 December 2012
Thursday, 20 December 2012
|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
Thursday, 29 November 2012
|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 Hosseini, A 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?: 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
|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
Saturday, 14 July 2012
Thursday, 17 May 2012
|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
Greetings World of Astrologers!
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|
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
|Park Bench in the Rose Garden at Lancing Manor ~ photography by (c) Robin Dalton|
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I Am Waiting
I am waiting for my case to come upand I am waitingfor a rebirth of wonderand I am waiting for someoneto really discover Americaand wailand I am waitingfor the discoveryof a new symbolic western frontierand I am waitingfor the American Eagleto really spread its wingsand straighten up and fly rightand I am waitingfor the Age of Anxietyto drop deadand I am waitingfor the war to be foughtwhich will make the world safefor anarchyand I am waitingfor the final withering awayof all governmentsand I am perpetually awaitinga rebirth of wonderI am waiting for the Second Comingand I am waitingfor a religious revivalto sweep thru the state of Arizonaand I am waitingfor the Grapes of Wrath to be storedand I am waitingfor them to provethat God is really Americanand I am waitingto see God on televisionpiped onto church altarsif only they can findthe right channelto tune in onand I am waitingfor the Last Supper to be served againwith a strange new appetizerand I am perpetually awaitinga rebirth of wonderI am waiting for my number to be calledand I am waitingfor the Salvation Army to take overand I am waitingfor the meek to be blessedand inherit the earthwithout taxesand I am waitingfor forests and animalsto reclaim the earth as theirsand I am waitingfor a way to be devisedto destroy all nationalismswithout killing anybodyand I am waitingfor linnets and planets to fall like rainand I am waiting for lovers and weepersto lie down together againin a new rebirth of wonderI am waiting for the Great Divide to be crossedand I am anxiously waitingfor the secret of eternal life to be discoveredby an obscure general practitionerand I am waitingfor the storms of lifeto be overand I am waitingto set sail for happinessand I am waitingfor a reconstructed Mayflowerto reach Americawith its picture story and tv rightssold in advance to the nativesand I am waitingfor the lost music to sound againin the Lost Continentin a new rebirth of wonderI am waiting for the daythat maketh all things clearand I am awaiting retributionfor what America didto Tom Sawyerand I am waitingfor Alice in Wonderlandto retransmit to meher total dream of innocenceand I am waitingfor Childe Roland to cometo the final darkest towerand I am waitingfor Aphroditeto grow live armsat a final disarmament conferencein a new rebirth of wonderI am waitingto get some intimationsof immortalityby recollecting my early childhoodand I am waitingfor the green mornings to come againyouth’s dumb green fields come back againand I am waitingfor some strains of unpremeditated artto shake my typewriterand I am waiting to writethe great indelible poemand I am waitingfor the last long careless raptureand I am perpetually waitingfor the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urnto catch each other up at lastand embraceand I am awaitingperpetually and forevera renaissance of wonder
Wednesday, 4 April 2012
Tuesday, 3 April 2012
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
You are the Hanged Man
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
|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.
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
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.
Thursday, 15 March 2012
Saturday, 10 March 2012
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
|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
|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
|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...
"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
|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.
|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
|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