Monday, March 31, 2014

on the cusp

Technically, tomorrow kicks off National Poetry Month, but a former boss shared this poem yesterday and I couldn't resist posting.  (The above photos are from inside a cello~wouldn't that make a marvelous ceiling in a uni's music library?)

Here's to poetry and to finding the marvel in life ordinary.

Friday, March 28, 2014


A lovely piece of poetry for this Friday.

The world does not need words. It articulates itself
in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path
are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted.
The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being.
The kiss is still fully itself though no words were spoken.

And one word transforms it into something less or other—
illicit, chaste, perfunctory, conjugal, covert.
Even calling it a kiss betrays the fluster of hands
glancing the skin or gripping a shoulder, the slow
arching of neck or knee, the silent touching of tongues.

Yet the stones remain less real to those who cannot
name them, or read the mute syllables graven in silica.
To see a red stone is less than seeing it as jasper—
metamorphic quartz, cousin to the flint the Kiowa
carved as arrowheads. To name is to know and remember.

The sunlight needs no praise piercing the rainclouds,
painting the rocks and leaves with light, then dissolving
each lucent droplet back into the clouds that engendered it.
The daylight needs no praise, and so we praise it always—
greater than ourselves and all the airy words we summon.

"Words" by Dana Gioia from Interrogations at Noon. © Graywolf Press, 2001.

Monday, March 24, 2014

you will notice

Going on my umpteenth interview/audition tomorrow~feeling fairly neutral at the moment.  Stay tuned.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

boot scootin'

Back to the landmark Broken Spoke for some excellent Texas two-steppin' with the fun Two Tons of Steel.   Dancing is one of the best forms of exercise that I've ever done and it is just so much fun.

The bass player's hair defied gravity all night long.

Then it was back to the neighborhood hangout of Ginny's for another fun group.   All y'all need to come and visit and get your toes a-tappin.

Friday, March 21, 2014

once upon a time

In a land of palm trees and oranges, there dwelt some cousins.

Who did attend birthday parties and delighted in cakes.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

vernally yours

Happy spring to all y'all.

Finally redeemed birthday gift card (seems I am becoming my father in hording gift cards now). 

Wednesday, March 19, 2014


 The first glimmerings of the 2014 garden season.

 Happy herbs.

Something just lifts in the heart when the tomato cages go into place~in 70-90 days, I shall be picking yellow pear and Brandywines.

One of the best travel souvenirs that I've ever gotten.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

and speaking of premieres

Am thrilled to say that I am getting to attend one to hear my favorite mezzo perform a work just for her!

Me & my Herald Square Macy's Mary Janes are bouncing around with anticipation.

Friday, March 14, 2014


The brand new bits of the game.

And these new plastic coloured tiles are going to disappear very soon.

The game on pause.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014


Have always enjoyed words and word games, but UNTIL TODAY, I haven't owned a Scrabble game.   I thought "why on earth don't I simply BUY the game for myself."   After spring cleansing some books/movies to the resale shop, I recycled those monies into this gift.

Now all y'all need to come and visit for a round or two.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014


A misty day made better by some gifts of lovely fresh spices from Grenada.  Have never had an edible/usable necklace before and if I can prise it away from Bogart, will be using it in some baking experiments shortly.

Monday, March 10, 2014


A few years ago I was on a history tour up/down the eastern coast~one of our stops included a dinner with a mushroom soup so divine that I can still taste it.  Have tried to find or re-create it since, but until this morning, haven't come close.  This concoction took 24 hours to simmer and as I used half/half instead of full cream, it's practically a diet dish!  

Now we'll see if I can make it again next week and have the same results.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

let the dancing begin

Despite the deluge and massive t-storms and the wretched loss of an hour to DST, this week has an auspicious feel to it.  Glimmers of a creative endeavor on the horizon.

Saturday, March 8, 2014


Feeling grateful for all y'all who have crossed/are in my path.

Friday, March 7, 2014


I might have posted this before, but as I spent a good deal of Thursday night attempting to not slam the piano lid down on inept and lazy student fingers, it is appropriate.  I can have patience for a child who is slow or who is learning in a second or third language, but I seem to have collected a few students who refuse to practice. And I am done.

Spring break~just a few more hours away.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

one of these things is not like the other

Stumped?  Let me assist you~it's the ICE.  The bloody ICE.  On blossoming trees.  Wrong.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

thunderstorms on ice

March is coming in like a deranged lion.  It was below freezing last night and we had....a thunderstorm.  Yes.  And that sheen you see on the balcony rail is a thick coating of ice.

The parking lot is full and the city is quiet~feels more like Christmas than Carnivale.  Now to find some pancakes...