Chill

My head encounters changing spaces

Bits of silver rush, blowing my mind in the quiet gale

What will I think tomorrow

Two Hundred Years of Blue – Brain Pickings

Cerulean splendor from Goethe, Thoreau, Virginia Woolf, Vladimir Nabokov, Rachel Carson, Toni Morrison, and other literary masters.
— Read on www.brainpickings.org/2018/05/17/two-hundred-years-of-blue/

One Finer Actor

Fine actors in television and movies are few and far between. Mark Rylance  is, in my opinion one exception.

In the series “Wolf Hall” available on Amazon Prime, Rylance shines and draws one into his portrayal as Thomas Cromwell, both hero and villain. As a villainous hero prone to pride and riddled with fear, he fits the bill.

Rylance maintains electric tension of a man in constant turmoil. Torn between an insecure standing in his position and self-grandiosity, he teeters on the edge of hopeful friendship with those born into the true status of social acceptance and freedom and daily insecurity of his ultimate downfall.

Paired in juxtaposition to doomed “Queen” Anne Boleyn, he refuses to see that he marches toward the same fate.

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Wolf Hall Sundays, April 5 – May 10, 2015 on MASTERPIECE on PBS Part One Sunday, April 5, 2015 at 10pm ET Having failed to secure the annulment of the King’s marriage to Katherine of Aragon, Cardinal Wolsey is stripped of his powers. His hopes of returning to the King’s favor lie in the ever-loyal Thomas Cromwell. Shown: Claire Foy as Anne Boleyn (C) Giles Keyte/Playground & Company Pictures for MASTERPIECE/BBC This image may be used only in the direct promotion of MASTERPIECE. No other rights are granted. All rights are reserved. Editorial use only.

 

Boleyn and Cromwell are two peas in a pod, scratching and clawing for self-aggrandizement through manipulation of the king. Thinking themselves smarter, better equipped and full of charisma, they underestimate a strong “god-anointed” Tudor of royal blood and his ruthless advisers. Boleyn receives her recompense in the series, Cromwell’s comes later.

Claire Foy numbers among fine character actors in this film of which I look forward to Part Two. Accolades to Masterpiece Theatre, Rylance and Foy!

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photography rights : Masterpiece Theatre and IMBD…..

The Wonder of True Friendship

To hold fast to Wonder: the exuberant, innocent and unincombered imagination of childhood is one of my hopes for beginning this year. Without it, being a writer is not a possibility.

In this season of life I also hold fast to my Favorite Things. On Christmas our two year old grandson gave us a wonderful gift. Climbing onto the piano stool he played for us and sang what we realized as the old show tune, “My Favorite Things”.

This morning I muse on friendship and its Blessings. To have a true friend who has been in my life for forty plus years, years of loving and ups and downs including marriage, divorce, births, death, rearing children, heartbreaking disagreements, years of physical separation from one another, reconciliation and movement from extreme youth to the world of older age is true friendship. It is truly a Wonder! I count it in my collection of Favorite Things as possibly the number one.

The gift is worth more. It keeps me going, gives me joy, hope and increases my faith in God and humanity. I wonder how I can hope for much more. I wish it for you!

 

Emmanuel

Joyfully we adore Thee!
Come in great haste our Emmanuel!
Raise our hearts in praise to glorify Him.

Joyfully we adore Thee!
Come in great haste our Emmanuel!
Raise our hearts in praise to glorify Him.

All laud and honor is our song.
Visit the hearts of your people!
Lift us to the place of your dwelling.

A babe who was promised,
Yes, a lamb once slain.
The Lion of Judah’s house proclaimed.

Give us voices to worship Him!

All laud and honor is our song.
Visit the hearts of your people!
Lift us to the place of your dwelling.

A babe who was promised,
Yes, a lamb once slain.
The Lion of Judah’s house proclaimed.

Give us voices to worship Him!

Disquietude

Truth and my omnipotent God made flesh remain the same.
My soul is disquieted for where in this life can The proclamation
Be heard?
The Body is dispersed, set upon with discrepancies and too much The things
Of this world which slash and tear the garment of holiness.
My help comes from the Lord! Yet I am constantly crushed and pulled
Into the pit, overcome with outside forces dwelling in High Places.
Yet, I call upon my God! Surely in these days His voice is constrained,
Quieted and my ears filter only disgust.
There is salvation and peace in my Lord, the God of heaven and earth!

Open my ears Oh Lord! Send once again the promised Helper! Oh, gentle,
Most overcoming Spirit of Truth! Silence all others, rescue me from voices
Of ungodliness and lies!
Pastor and calm my soul for it longs for your Word, the one and only Truth.

 

 

 

 

 

Blinding Grace

Line by line

 

Time,

passes, encompassing the soul

in exuberant joy.

Changing  life in fits and starts.

 

Turning, sweeping, leveling

like Autum wind,

Melding  new and old

into One.

 

Creating a blinding image,

more beautiful and rare

than eyes like mine deserve.

 

God,

in His infinite glory and faithfulness,

Pours out Grace upon Grace

Leaving me face down

in Wonder and Praise.

 

Proof of Life: Buji-nin

 

A young man, tall and strong-jawed born of a line of military genius, sarcastic and exuberantly witty, played in the Age of Aquarius. He haltingly tested his professors with his grasping mind and profane insubordination. As was meet and right in the eyes of all he questioned and disrespected he found himself in the uniform of a soldier.

He no longer played at board games with tiny men as his intellect now turned to the horrors of an unjust war. Profanity became his definition of life, death and insubordination a daily examination in existence. Humility swallowed up all traces of surface haughtiness with the degrading, unceasing cries and pain of children, mothers and comrades.

The strong-jawed man returned home diseased, wounded, angry, confused and carrying his own scars. In his consuming genius he grew to love, respect and master his enemy’s languages, customs, religions and gods. Buji-nin is a tag name he has gave himself, (-DT Suzuki would sometimes sign himself meaning “no special person”).

He is, after all a child of Aquarius-questioning, rebellious, prone to wander as were we all. No generation is like another. He is one shining star, proven hero and prophet of ours.

Still as fiercely humble, haughty and questioning, the strong-jawed, witty Buji-nin enriches my soul with his tales of a life lived fully, on the edge, out of the box sharing constant challenges of genius and profane sensibility. I wish you could know him.

A wounded warrior of the ages I am proud and honored to call friend-Buji-nin.

NOT FINE

Heart screams come in waves

Changing voices UN-explaining

Waiting in loud desperation

Musings on Artistic Fantasy

“Sunday morning coming down…”. We remember or have heard the line from that country song. I seem to hear it in the deep soulful voice of Johnnie Cash. I had my share of those dark empty awakenings. Enough to be thrilled and blessed with joy this Sunday to awaken to a world of freedom from self. In this world I have boundaries to express my greatest fantasies in writing and art.

Now to be sure, art is in the eye of the beholder and is intrinsically relative, but mine is definitely primitive, unpredictable. Art to me is fun and fantasy. A fellow blogger asked me recently what my favorite art “subject” is. Wow! I could not answer her. I suppose the closest I can come is “Fantasy”. Here I reluctantly and with fear and trembling, post a few of my pieces. “Sunday morning coming out…”. Feedback from any and all will be graciously accepted!    

 Cheers and Happy Sunday!  

Myra