I'm so happy to meet you as I journey! You may know that mermaids travel alone for long periods of time through vast watery spaces. What life we encounter along the way holds great value for us. In fact, our solitude nurtures our capacity to love you, dear human.
Burmese Mermaid
Burmese Pearl by Gerald Kelly
Saturday, November 12, 2022
Pannonica ("Nica") de Koenigswarter
Accidental Hipster
My Dad possessed many admirable traits and talents but one of the least acknowledged was his sense of style. What I find interesting is that his sense of style was firmly rooted in an absolute and total disinterest in it. Therein lies the secret of his genius. Consider the examples below. The first outfit nonchalantly throws together, in perfect harmony, a faux fur vest over a half zip sweatshirt and a Korean War veterans baseball cap. Notice how relaxed and downright elegant he looks. The very definition of panache!
Next we have an Easter outfit, perfect for a photo op with the Easter bunny. Again, notice the ease at which he combines a camouflage rain hat with a quilted plaid hoodie. It takes confidence to pull off this outfit and Dad had fashion confidence galore. He did much of his best shopping at his favorite store, Ocean State Job Lot. His complete lack of pretense contributed to the overall appeal of his fashion statements. I know he would be proud to be recognized as a hipster fashion icon.
Thursday, November 10, 2022
The Song of Wandering Aengus
William Butler Yeats
13 June 1865 - 28 January 1939
The Song of Wandering Aengus
I went out to the hazel wood
Because a fire was burning in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
The Silver Apples of the Moon
by Margaret Macdonald Mackintosh
Painting inspired by The Song of Wandering Aengus
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