looking into my rear view mirror.
~

the rear view.
~

i wrote this quickly, thursday morning, before i left the house.

driving about 40 miles in all, i actually think that some
cars slowed down to read it.  imagine that, cars slowing
down for something!  especially at this time of year.
at least it might have entertained someone at one of the
stop lights.

if nothing else, i liked seeing it in my rear view mirror.

it would be better if i could get a marker that is not
quite as fat as the one they had at michael’s.  i had to
write on an angle to make thinner lines.

let me
into Your light
warm and open
to the world

let me
sit at Your feet
hear Your
words

let me
live in the Love
that only You
can give

let me
into Your light
i am
Yours

morning grey
covering blue
moving
calmly
floating
over
everything
drenched
from rain
rotting
slowly
take it all in
keep it warm
and dry

c.1300, “to enjoy the possession of,”
from O.Fr. rejoiss-, stem of rejoissant, prp. of rejoir “gladden, rejoice,”
from re-, intensive prefix + joir “be glad,”
from L.gaudere “rejoice”.
Originally sense in to rejoice in.
Meaning “to be full of joy” is recorded from late 14c.

In an effort to remember them, Holocaust Museum Houston is collecting 1.5 million handmade butterflies.

The butterflies will eventually comprise a breath-taking exhibition, currently scheduled for Spring 2013, for all to remember.

The Museum has already collected an estimated 600,000 butterflies.

to send your butterfly

more information here

There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.

g. k. chesterton
1874-1936

~
sunday, we fly over the pacific ocean to oregon.
back to the “main land”, as they call it here.
aloha

i saw him there
rounding the corner
that young man winter
carrin’ his bag to check
in to a second story room
in the old neighborhood

~
photo taken on hawthorne street
east portland oregon

this is the day to fly
my oh my
into the arms
of the indigo sky
a serenade
of gold dust
transported

yes, ladies, gentlemen, and poets.
poetry now has new stage!

it’s the one and only

“rear view haiku”

just add a little haiku to your back car window.
car window glass markers

“poetry in motion”

come on,
you know you like it.

(photos in a week or so)

:-)

The Lord
He owns my soul
And my heart is held
In His Love

~

In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary.

aaron rose

~
Aaron Rose is an artist, writer, musician, film director and independent curator currently living in Los Angeles. For ten years (1992-2002) he was owner/director of the Alleged Gallery in New York. Since then, Rose has been working as a freelance curator, choosing artists for the Undefeated Billboard Project, a public art project in Los Angeles produced in conjunction with Nike. He is co-curator of the museum exhibition “Beautiful Losers: Contemporary Art & Street Culture” which will tour the world through 2008. In addition to curating and publishing, Rose is a co-editor (along with Ed Templeton & Brendan Fowler) of ANP Quarterly, a free magazine produced in conjunction with RVCA. He also co-directed a feature documentary film, plays music in his band The Sads and continues to organize exhibitions in galleries and museums worldwide.


above info. from alleged press

beautiful losers published art collection in book form, as well as a movie.

above photo 
is from low sun setting 
shining on a lovely gutter 
and the side of my house.

The kind man feeds his beast before sitting down to dinner.

hebrew proverb

~
this photo was taken awhile back on a visit to indiana.  it was a summer evening, and the
sun’s angle was such that the light was streaming into the door of the barn.  the horse and i
standing there on the dirt floor.  it was quiet and i could hear the animal’s breathing.
her coat showing it’s colour golden in the light.  her eye watching me.  she, one of the
delights in the life of my sister in law.  a beautiful beast of power and delicacy.

One of my wise teachers, Dr. Orr, told me, “There is
only one thing evil cannot stand, and that is forgiveness.”
~

from page 22 of “You Are Special: 
Words and Wisdom for All Ages 
from a Beloved Neighbor”
by Fred Rogers (1928-2003)

“Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.”

John Muir

born april 21, 1838 in dunbar, east lothian, scotland.  he was the third of eight
children.

in 1849, muir’s family emigrated to the united states, starting a farm near
portage, wisconsin.

his history with his father, friend and mentor jeanne carr, wandering in the woods,
his travels in the western united states are all interesting in the formation of
who he became.

in 1892 he was part of the founding of the sierra club.

he put his love for nature into writing.

all this info. and much more is on the john muir page at wikipedia