February Thoughts

1. This morning I went out into the world and found it a winter wonderland of white, where every twig stood out beautifully coated with snow….all just waiting to plop down on you, except for the places where the snow was already showering down in spots. Beware those who think just because the sun is out means their heads don’t need to be covered! It was quite a thing.

2. My work computer continually informed me that I was creating records at 7 p.m. on New Year’s Eve, 1969. Clearly, I have become a time-traveler and the computer’s slowness is simply a sign it’s compiling energy for our next adventure!

3. I know I’m late to the game on this, but I need people to stop citing the way Plushenko’s coach got cameramen to emphasize Evgeni’s distress and back scars as a reason to think it was all a scheme. Your top and only skater pulls out-in a homeland Olympics-in Russia-of COURSE you immediately do everything in your power to emphasize the reasons why he couldn’t go on and how it’s a real injury. That’s not premeditation, that’s just good sense. Evgeni Plushenko is the Tsar on Ice-you don’t just expect people to watch him retire and not try to explain why as much as you possibly can, even if it’s just for fans, and Evgeni’s got the government to deal with, too.

4. This February seems to be lasting a long time. *eyebrow raise*

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Enter: Nature’s Halloween

As I’ve been traipsing about this fine autumn, I’ve seen a lot of beauty and a lot of color, as expected of my favorite season. Yet, suddenly, this week even the most normal things have taken on a certain…quality:

It started off, predictably enough, with pumpkins:
hallpumpkins

Please Park Bikes Below and Brooms above:
hallbroom

Even nature needs some fake cobwebs:
hallweb

They’re putting on their scaring side!:
hallmenace
Don’t tell me you don’t see that frowning mouth and that glare!

And their spooky faces:
hallspook

Thanks for joining me on this tour of nature’s Halloween garb! Please exit carefully on your brooms and fly with vigilance so you don’t get caught up in any weblike limbs!

Meet the Baby Liligers!

liger/liliger!

Lions and ligers and liligers, oh my!!!  This is like my favorite evidence that the world just keeps on getting cuter, even when it’s also obnoxious things ever!  Ligers are already cool, but liligers-the offspring of a lion and a liger!  They are considered safe with their parents!  They are full of spots and fuzziness!  The first month is considered important not just for their health, but also because that’s how long the Russian trainers have to figure out their personalities and come up with a “suitable name”!  The summer solstice is here, and clearly there are new things to celebrate.  Huzzah!

Meet the Baby Liligers Born in a Russian Zoo | TIME.com.

May Queen poem 2013

“Darling May”

 

Wendy Darling, bud of May,

Shake your future and past away.

Offer the world a nurturing hand,

May brings change to even Neverland.

 

But change is cruel and often rough,

with winds too full and not enough,

Full of riches, seeds, and nature’s joy

to plant over the dreams of a boy.

 

No more pixie dust or flying air,

now there’s lilacs and growing roots there.

Reality turns beautiful with its May Queen,

but it never comes close to memories I’ve seen.

 

Phantoms of those who are now lost,

the peace of time frozen within a frost,

the comfort of seeing life where I can believe,

All this, Darling May forces to leave.

 

It’s a story Mother Earth always tells,

We live to miss others, as savage as hells,

Yet we’re told that Spring is for smiles,

As May brings time’s green, like snapping crocodiles.

 

It’s time to grow past, really give them up,

The Queen’s stories call you to drink from her cup.

Come home to beauty, the world, and to you-

With all the dead shadows and souls that flew.

 

May’s strong magic isn’t happy or nice,

She bewitches even as she rules sacrifice.

In the land shook up with what’s Darling and grows,

We give into our nevers and what our heart knows:

 

That nothing’s the same as our springs’ bud,

Magic dust churns with change into spring’s mud.

 

Now, darling, you’re alone with a life to lead,

but to those who are lost, there’s no May Queen to heed.

No winds can shake them, and time, never-

So only they can keep, and stay forever.

 

This is the second year I’ve decided to make a well-known literary heroine a May Queen figure.  It’s surprisingly easy to see the lore of the May Queen figure in others, when you look.  For last yea’rs Katniss poem, go here: https://wheresmytower.wordpress.com/2012/05/01/modern-may-queen/

 

 

A Tea Song

A Tea Song to celebrate the first of December and the first real snowfall.

 

“Tea Song”

 

The kettle is on,

About to sing its smoke-sweet song.

We’ll pour it in shares,

comforting to our cares,

As the aroma erases what’s wrong.

 

Set out the mugs!

It’s time to pour our liquid hugs,

And get out the honey,

the sugar, and milk

to stir into our drink deep.

 

There’s herbs and there’s spice

to make our world nice

As we sip from the magic we’ve steeped.

It’ll flow to our toes,

Curing as it knows,

And the warmth is for us to keep.

 

Set out the mugs!

It’s time to pour our liquid hugs,

And get out the honey,

the sugar, and milk

to stir into our drink deep.

 

Crossposted on http://onerunetofindthem.wordpress.com/

National Hermit Day

With Hurricane Sandy coming on, it’s far easier than usual to celebrate a day dedicated to holing up on your own, relaxing, and just watching the rest of the world.  Happy National Hermit Day!  Stay in and prosper.

 

You don’t need to fear the storm-

Inside your home it’s nice and warm.

Today’s the day to honor bed,

and get out of work instead.

Remember as you break your fast,

the coming hours serve your repast.

The only time is weather’s hit,

so settle in to be a hermit!

The White Graffiti of Gondor

Images from my walk today-finally bringing the white Tree of Kings from Minas Tirith naturally into my everyday life.

Also, I believe one goose was staring very hard at this.  Perhaps the geese fill the role of stewards and they don’t like to be reminded they don’t actually own the city.

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