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“Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms…”

“BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Live fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still. 

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear, That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known, To which time will but make thee more dear! No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sunflower turns on her god when he setsThe same look which she turned when he rose!” 

~ Thomas Moore ~

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Crimson Angel; Sunshine Dance

 
As sunlight filters through the bright vermillion curtains, the walls glimmer in the summer light.  I see the sun through the curtains beaming like a firefly set high in the cerulean sky.  The rays spread to the deep burgundy floor, which shimmers in the sun.  My toes capture the warmth, which floods steadily through my body like humidity. My bed, entranced by daylight’s rays, seems to smile at my wardrobe, as a drowsy sunbather might do on a temperate day out of the sun.  Minute particles of dust waft in and out of view like dancing, glittery fairies, very much alive for their daytime parties.  Photographs on the wall, though some cracked, many a tie caught me reminiscing over times now lost, though memories staying fresh incessantly, never decaying.  
 
They, too, seem at ease basking in the majestic sun’s beam.

“…far beneath the bitter snows, lies the seed that with the sun’s love, in the spring becomes the rose…”

I don’t remember a lot of things; usually I cannot help but be clutched by the whittling hands of life.  Sometimes when I sit perfectly still and trick myself into a soft slumber, my dreams swiftly manage to escort me away from my weary life to places where the memories that I can never grasp are born.  In my dreams I may visit a lush though over growing garden, deep in the crevices of May.  The amber sun bores heartily on my back as I explore the garden. I lean over the harlequin grass to move the messy thorns with such care not to harm myself, I spy an object of such beauty that not even the garden’s excitements could not compare. As a larger quantity of thorn-ridden branches fall clumsily to the grass, something amidst the tiny alcove where the thorns were sparkles.

Such an object would be found being sculpted by angels in the depths of heaven; it’s a rose.
 
The rose shimmers as I reach out to caress one of the seemingly everlasting rose petals.  To touch the cerise petal would have the same effect as if you were to stroke a dove’s feather.  I look back to my hands and gander at what they have become; the rose’s angelic magic had gently wafted away from the petals onto my hand.  I could see other beatific glitter which was lightly floating away in the wind to other pastures, much further away, perhaps some with roses that were as blue as an impossible moon emitting a serene ultramarine.
 
Surrounded by thoughtful, tranquil scenes, the depth of my slumber intensified…
 

Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia

There’s Something Primal in All of Us…


I believe there is a force in this world that lives beneath the surface, something primitive and wild that awakens when you need an extra push just to survive, like wildflowers that bloom after fire turns the forest black. Most people are afraid of it, and keep it buried deep inside themselves. But there will always be a few people who have the courage to love what is untamed inside us.

(From ‘Katie’ in the movie “Flicka”)

Homemade Limoncello

I’ve always wanted to make homemade limoncello. For those of you who’ve never had it, limoncello is an Italian lemon-flavored liquor. It’s often sipped as an after-dinner drink because it’s quite sweet. To get the flavor just right, making this requires around 80 days for it to steep. That gives me just enough time to make it and bottle it for gifts for the holidays (I plan to use cute little bottles with custom-made labels and tags).

I found a great recipe online at Epicurous.com, and I’ve typed it up and re-formatted it here should you want to print it out and give it a whirl. If it’s too pixilated or fuzzy on your screen, be sure to double-click on the image for a higher quality version. Or, simply pop on over to the Epicurious website. Happy sipping!

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