Chill

My head encounters changing spaces

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

What will I think tomorrow

Summer Morning

A memory from somewhere here and gone

Lime sherbet raspberries and cream

Held forever eternal like a love song

Summer morning…

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!

 

Straights and Creeks

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A lunar pull apart.

Born of self-same shelf.

Dig deep, Ye Pictorial Builders,

Ye Leatherneck Drivers!

One, young living coral.

Another, ancient decayed pluff.

May you tender the shelf.

Let your lines be straight.

Above the orb on reef and marsh

Life and death flow in sync.

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Dedicated to

RSD III

Photographer: Tanya Ackerman

“Beware the Hands of The Wizard”: In Response to: Buji-nin – Photo Seeking Caption

Hands hold the vessel ancient, black

Set upon with dragons, bowl to stack.

Its wizard pours out wishes, non shall lack.

Beware his brew, you’ll not come back.

Buji-nin: Photo Seeking Title

Here we go…..”Buji-nin” the man himself has begun a game with us. 

He seeks a title for the submitted photo in his unfailing love of playing the challenge, his haughty wit and rooting out the depth of the minds of others.  

Yesterday in my post I mentioned that I wish you could know this guy. The evidence points to the fact that he is in favor of it.

I am taking the challenge. What is the depth of your mind on this one?

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-“open your door to new ideas, let them flow in, open the back door, let them flow out, do not serve them tea???” – (his words on the photo)

 

 

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.

Canticle II

My soul thirsts for the living God. The deer seeks out water brooks.

My most inner self longs for you, thirsts for the living God.

His mountains of stone like Him stand. His rapids and floods cover me.

My poured out soul cannot contain such high thought as these.

Deep calls to deep in holy noise. I fall to my face in worship.

a psalm of David…transposed…