Man is the most insane species. He worships an invisible God and destroys a visible Nature. Unaware that this Nature he’s destroying is this God he’s worshiping.
I number among the fortunate humans to have experienced the deep intimacy of the forests, lakes, streams and oceans. Is it any wonder that our species is blatantly destroying our beautiful gift of nature when they have not truly tasted that gift. How many spend time laying on their backs watching the vastness of the sky, listening to the birds calling, smell the richness of the soil. Too busy. Too busy following thoughts that lie to us telling us that whatever task or activity may be before us is more important than taking the moment to greet the day prayerfully or stop to assist one in need. Peace is already within us we have only…
Everyone had fun at the outdoor sleepover. Holly’s treats were gobbled up and enjoyed. Breakfast was a huge success and now the daytime festivities are beginning. Those who can swim, will, and there will be Gondola rides on the Rubber Duck Pond, of course, hay rides, an early morning open to all Poetry Slam, a coloring contest, and many, many other games and thrills will be in the offering.
Later this afternoon Sassy and Fuzzy will lead a parade to the Main Barn, where the evening events will take place.
I am touched
by a storm
the tongue of a
fire that burns
A tide crashing
into millions of
becoming the sun.
My heart is ripe
like summer fruit
sweet juices flushing
There is a storm circling
the pit of my stomach rising
to ache in my throat.
Vita Sackville-West had many lovers. Virginia Woolf was but one.
An English author and garden designer as well as a successful novelist, poet, and journalist, prolific letter writer and diarist, Vita would describe her onetime lover and lifelong friend as “the loveliest mind and spirit” she ever knew and “a loss which can never diminish.”
“I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia…It is incredible how essential to me you have become,” she wrote to the novelist in 1926. A popular writer herself Sackville-West proclaimed her love for Woolf during the most intense years of their romantic relationship in the 1920’s. Both married to men, they penned hundreds of poetic love letters to one another and their affair inspired Woolf’s most celebrated work Orlando in 1928.
In an eighty page autobiography-cum-confessional discovered in the tower of Sissinghurst castle (purchased in 1930 with her husband Harold Nicolson where they maintained a happy if unconventional marriage) she writes that her mother called her “ugly” and told her she could not bear looking at her. Later in life she withdrew into the solitude of her garden.
Nicolson Wrote in his novel Portrait of a Marriage, “she was always in love. I do not know of any moment in her life when she was not longing to see or hear from the only person who could satisfy that longing”.
Portrait of a Marriage
Early Bird Books
Written by Vita to Virginia Wolfe
Milan [posted in Trieste]
Thursday, January 21, 1926
I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this—But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it …
Please forgive me for writing such a miserable letter.
corrupt the binds that hold you
but should you feel so inclined
do not waste what you do not have.
In altered zones of delight
I tumble through the days.
My lover comes and goes leaving me
lonely and politics is not soothing either.
I speak to America, You beautiful nation.
Beauty is not my friend
but the concept that governs is.
Read the lines on which your independence
rests you citizens of heaven.
The Congress, July 4th, 1776.
“The history of the King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpation, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States“.
“”Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it”
Resa did this One-Eye drawing with Tim and his guitars in mind. It is the first time anyone has seen it, except Tim, myself & Boogapony.
Here is a slideshow of 10 other One-Eyes Resa has done.
Yes, there is 1 ~ One-Eye missing from the slideshow, and here it is!
Tim personally picked this blue One-Eye from Resa’s collection.
There will be much deliberation amongst the Art Gowns Models, as to how we would like to present these & possibly more guitars on Art Gowns. While we are waiting to hear from all of the Art Gowns Models, my totally hip cousin, Boogapony, would like to say a few words.