August 18, 2010
It is a month past the peak of the lavender season, but they were still harvesting at the Lavender Wind Farm on Whidbey Island.
February 13, 2010
Here is a tender love poem to get you in the mood for Valentine’s Day:
Love Sonnet LXXXIX
by Pablo Neruda
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you
to sniff the sea’s aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.
I want what I love to continue to live
and you whom I love and sang above everything else
to continue to flourish, full-flowered:
so that you can teach everything my love directs you to,
so that my shadow can travel along your hair,
so that everything can learn the reason for my song.
February 12, 2010
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.”
— Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum
June 29, 2009
A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune!
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.