September

As you all may already know, I love the month of September.  The crispness of the air revives my spirit somehow.  So, this week, I chose to share one of my poems with you.  I hope you enjoy it and the weather!

September, 1918

By Amy Lowell

This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight;

The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves;

The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves,

And the houses ran along them laughing out of square, open windows.

Under a tree in the park,

Two little boys, lying flat on their faces,

Were carefully gathering red berries

To put in a pasteboard box.

Some day there will be no war,

Then I shall take out this afternoon

And turn it in my fingers,

And remark the sweet taste of it upon my palate,

And note the crisp variety of its flights of leaves.

To-day I can only gather it

And put it into my lunch-box,

For I have time for nothing

But the endeavour to balance myself

Upon a broken world.

Anne of Green Gables

Here’s a quote from one of my favorite books, Anne of Green Gables.  It certainly encapsulates a firm belief of mine.  There’s always scope for the imagination, that’s for sure!

“Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive—it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there? But am I talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I can stop when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult.”

Summer's End

I hope you are all enjoying this beautiful summer day.  The sun glimmering through the trees today reminds me about His promise to all of us. 

Happy end of summer!

Continuing Happiness

“Happiness is not determined by what’s happening around you, but rather what’s happening inside you.  Most people depend on others to gain happiness, but the truth is, it always comes from within.”

I’ve seen this quote many times, but it never quite sunk it.  My journey this summer proves this.  There are many twists and turns in the road called life, but the happiness in your soul alone truly uplifts and carries you through the lowest valleys and celebrates the highest mountains.  I hope you had as much as a wonderful summer as I did.

Happy Labor Day!

Autumn

As I traveled from New York this week, I noticed the changing of leaves.  It’s coming upon my favorite time of the year, and who better describes it than Emily Dickinson; in her own words.

Have a great week!

Autumn

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.

Vacation…Again

Hi!  As you see, I’m posting earlier in the week than I usually do because tomorrow I’m off to New York for another mini vacation.  I wanted to thank you all for following my blog.  It means more than you ever know!

A Something in a Summer’s Day

Here’s one of my favorite poems written by Emily Dickinson that represents the waning days of summer.  I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I do.

Everyone have a good weekend!

A SOMETHING in a summer’s day,

As slow her flambeaux burn away,

Which solumnizes me.

A something in a summer’s noon,--

An azure depth, a wordless tune,

Transcending ecstasy,

And still within a summer’s night

A something so transporting bright,

I clap my hands to see;

Then veil my too inspecting face,

Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace

Flutter too far forme.

The wizard-fingers never rest,

The purple brook within the breast

Still chafes its narrow bed;

Still rears the East her amber flag,

Guides still the sun along the crag

His caravan of red,

Like flowers that heard the tale of dews,

But never deemed the dripping prize

Awaited their low brows;

Or bees, that thought the summer’s name

Some rumor of delirium

No summer could for them;

Or Artic creature, dimly stirred

By tropic hint, --some travelled bird

Imported to the wood;

Or wind’s bright signal to the ear,

Making that homely and severe,

Contented, known, before

The heaven unexpected came,

To lives that thought their worshipping

A too presumptuous psalm.

Beach

I just returned from the beach and had a wonderful time.  Thanks to my friends, I had a beautiful week.  I'll reiterate a philosophy of mine...that summer rocks!

I hope your week was as perfect. 

Dreams

Today, I’m posting one of my favorite quotes by a Kennedy.  Even though an assassin cut his life short over forty years ago, Robert Kennedy's words are relevant even more so now.  For me, at least, the quote encourages us to follow our dreams, and change our ways to accomplish those dreams.  Most importantly, though, it reminds us to live with the hope there are better days ahead.  That’s the key to life’s happiness.

“There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why...I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?”

Robert F. Kennedy (1925-1968); 64th US Attorney General

So ask why, and who knows?  Dream big and just maybe you’ll achieve the impossible!

Everyone have a great weekend!

Ye of Little Faith

As I perused the internet this morning, and this quote especially spoke to me.  Circumstances that happened to me this we prove this quote is true.  If we only have a seed of faith, it will certainly grow into a large, willowing tree.  I hope this uplifts you as much as it did me.

“He replied, "Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”

 Matthew 17:19

Have a marvelous weekend, everyone!