Sunday, August 31, 2014

I am a pluviophile...


pluviophile (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days




photo:  "Tompkins Sq. Park" (1967), James Jowers (American b. 1938)  

Friday, August 29, 2014

Decanter...


This afternoon my good friend Megan and I made a trip to our local junk store. Spotting a collection of newly-arrived perfume bottles, she informed me of their presence.  After making my way towards them, I found they were a group of old Avon cologne decanters.  Nestled amongst the lot was a happily-familiar black bottle in the form of an old-fashioned schoolroom desk, complete with an apple perched on top.  It was just the same as the little decanter my mother used to have sitting atop her piano when I was a boy.  Responding jubilantly, I bought it.  Now it sits next to my laptop here bringing me much joy.  



Inferiority...


"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
-Eleanor Roosevelt



A Gift from a Friend...


-four sweet gourds...three on my bookshelf, one on my coffee table; lovely as-is, or sanded lightly and waxed to accentuate their pallid, ochre tones; possibly even primed and painted in bold navy and yellow...



illustration:  "Seed Annual" (1898)

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Satisfaction...


How satisfied I am to scrub free of resin an old burgundy-colored tile I found in the creek bed last year.



Monday, August 25, 2014

Dun...


Despite the presence, in my garden, of hummingbirds and blue jays,  I do have a fondness for the little dun-colored ones and the ones which look as though they have been dusted with soot.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Repurposing...


Yesterday, I finally gave in and dismantled my old standing fan.  In spite of many applications of WD-4O over the last couple of years, I was unsuccessful in getting it to stop squeaking, and a squeaking fan I cannot tolerate.  

Anticipating a wall art crafting project in the near future, I happily salvaged the fan's wire caging and am now looking forward to a productive trip to the local hardware store for supplies.  I'm thinking:  high-gloss spray paint in exquisite colors, the addition of old brass or bronze pieces to the caging, and mirrors!

Friday, August 15, 2014

Trust, Rest...


At the end of the day, the great secret is this:
to know Jesus and to trust Him, trust Him, trust Him.
To be in Him and to trust Him, there is happiness.



-image from "The supreme sacrifice and other poems in time of war" (1919), John Stanhope Arkwright

Excitement...



Sitting here at my desk, I hear splishing and splashing.  
The first sighting of a blue jay enthusiastically making use of my new homemade birdbath is a little exciting... 




-photo of "Gray Gardens" (Grey Gardens), East Hampton 1914

Reflection...



"I think your whole life shows in your face
and you should be proud of that." -Lauren Bacall 

A Cheap Thrill...

It must be true that I am a simpler person than I imagine.  Evidence of this is found in the fact that I am delighted to no end that today I discovered why my vacuum cleaner, for two years, has worked so poorly:  a massive clog of carpet lint!  I had no idea.

The vacuum works properly now, my carpet is clean, and I feel that a sense of hope -or even justice- has been restored to me...

Violence...


The emerald-backed hummingbird that just attacked the Lady in Red salvia growing by my front door reminded me of some kind of tiny, violent feline with wings...  

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

A Surprise...


Opening my door this morning to let in the emerging sun, I discover a surprise, and that is the evidence that some winged creature has partaken of my new birdbath, indicated by the water-soaked pavers beneath.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Grace...

Something interesting recently happened to me. I've been sober from alcohol for a little while now. The other evening I was standing next to someone who was lighting up a fat joint. Of course, I ought to have moved away. I felt like I wanted to smoke, and had they offered it to me, I believe I might have done so. I was pretty worn out for several reasons by the end of the night and when I went to bed I had difficulty sleeping. When I awoke, I did not feel well. In fact, throughout the day, I felt pretty badly - somewhat like I felt when I was hungover from alcohol in the not-too-distant past.

I was exhausted from my physical exertions of the previous day, certainly, but I believe that my loving God allowed me to have the hangover that I would have had had I smoked that weed. He knew that desire was in my heart and his Son's own words tell me in the Bible that committing a sin in my heart is as good as doing it in real time. I also understand that I must move away from the sins that I have held on to lest they lead me right back to the very dark places the Lord has recently brought me out from and that I do not want to return to (alcohol).

"...being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." -Philippians 1:6



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