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Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. |
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| Age: | 101 years old |
| Sex: | Female |
| Location: | VIRGINIA |
| Country: |  United States |
| Height: | 0' 0" |
| Zodiac: |  Virgo (Aug 23 - Sep 22) |
| Last Login: | Jun 22, 2008 (107 days back) |
About Me |
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"You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you!" --Monty Python Lavery from "America: A Prophecy" Here on their magic seats the Thirteen Angels sat perturb'd, For clouds from the Atlantic hover o'er the solemn roof. Fiery the Angels rose, and as they rose deep thunder roll'd Around their shores, indignant burning with the fires of Orc; And Boston's Angel cried aloud as they flew thro' the dark night. He cried: ..Why trembles honesty; and, like a murderer, Why seeks he refuge from the frowns of his immortal station? Must the generous tremble, and leave his joy to the idle, To the pestilence that mock him? Who commanded this? What God? What Angel? To keep the gen'rous from experience till the ungenerous Are unrestrain'd performers of the energies of nature; Till pity is become a trade, and generosity a science That men get rich by; and the sandy desert Is giv'n to the strong? What God is he writes laws of peace, and clothes him in a tempest? What pitying Angel lusts for tears, and fans himself with sighs? What crawling villain preaches abstinence And wraps himself In fat of lambs? No more I follow, no more obedience pay!' William Blake (1757-1827) Andrew Wyeth and Monti Andres, A. Wyeth "Angel of the Waters" of Bethesda Fountain... Central Park, N.Y. Friant Graham The Blinded Bird So zestfully canst thou sing? And all this indignity, With God's consent, on thee! Blinded ere yet a-wing By the red-hot needle thou, I stand and wonder how So zestfully thou canst sing! Resenting not such wrong, Thy grievous pain forgot, Eternal dark thy lot, Groping thy whole life long; After that stab of fire; Enjailed in pitiless wire; Resenting not such wrong! Who hath charity? This bird. Who suffereth long and is kind, Is not provoked, though blind And alive ensepulchred? Who hopeth, endureth all things? Who thinketh no evil, but sings? Who is divine? This bird. Thomas Hardy Garber Arthur Hughes, Ophelia Dance of the Hours by Gaietano Previati Tarbell April Aubade Worship this world of watercolor mood in glass pagodas hung with veils of green where diamonds jangle hymns within the blood and sap ascends the steeple of the vein. A saintly sparrow jargons madrigals to waken dreamers in the milky dawn, while tulips bow like a college of cardinals before that papal paragon, the sun. Christened in a spindrift of snowdrop stars, where on pink-fluted feet the pigeons pass and jonquils sprout like solomon's metaphors, my love and I go garlanded with grass. Again we are deluded and infer that somehow we are younger than we were. Sylvia Plath Helleu The moving sun-shapes on the spray, The sparkles where the brook was flowing, Pink faces, plightings, moonlit May, These were the things we wished would stay; But they were going. Seasons of blankness as of snow, The silent bleed of a world decaying, The moan of multitudes in woe, These were the things we wished would go; But they were staying Thomas Hardy Hale She Sat And Sang She sat and sang alway By the green margin of a stream, Watching the fishes leap and play Beneath the glad sunbeam. I sat and wept alway Beneath the moon's most shadowy beam, Watching the blossoms of the May Weep leaves into the stream. I wept for memory; She sang for hope that is so fair: My tears were swallowed by the sea; Her songs died in the air. Christina Rossetti Anderson Benson Backer Backer Spitzweg Brewtnall Buckland Silence There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave—under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound; No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground: But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox or wild hyæna calls, And owls, that flit continually between, Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan— There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone. Thomas Hood Fernand Khnopff, Cathedral window and Chihuly glass F. Khnopff, Silence, stained glass and Chihuly glass My son's photography Mikhail Vrubel's Swan Princess and Gouan's Dancers Monet My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside a helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing. It seems to float ever, forever, Upon that many-winding river, Between mountains, woods, abysses, A paradise of wildernesses! Till, like one in slumber bound, Borne to the ocean, I float down, around, Into a sea profound of ever-spreading sound. Shelley Spitzweg, Poor Poet Buland All the words that I utter, And all the words that I write, Must spread out their wings untiring, And never rest in their flight, Till they come where your sad, sad heart is, And sing to you in the night, Beyond where the waters are moving, Storm-darken’d or starry bright. W.B.Yeats Achen Lavery Son's Photography, Campbell Crossing the Water Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people. Where do the black trees go that drink here? Their shadows must cover Canada. A little light is filtering from the water flowers. Their leaves do not wish us to hurry: They are round and flat and full of dark advice. Cold worlds shake from the oar. The spirit of blackness is in us, it is in the fishes. A snag is lifting a valedictory, pale hand; Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls. Sylvia Plath Calculate Your Personal Pollution Index First Communion by Breton Backer |
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My Interests |
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| "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." Hamlet (I, v, 166-167) Handerson-Thayer Ennui Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe, designing futures where nothing will occur; cross the gypsy's palm and yawning she will still predict no perils left to conquor. Jeopardy is jejune now: naive knight finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard of, while blase princessess indict tilts at terror as downright absurd. The best in Jamesian grove will never jump, compelling hero's dull career to crisis; and when insouciant angels play God's trump while bored arena crowds for once look eager, hoping toward havoc, neither pleas nor prizes shall coax from doom's blank door lady or tiger. Sylvia Plath This poem by Plath was published for the first time on 11/1/06. For more on the poem, go here Corteau Hear the Voice of the Bard Hear the voice of the Bard! Who present, past, and future sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word, That walked among the ancient trees, Calling the lapsèd soul, And weeping in the evening dew; That might control The starry pole, And fallen, fallen, light renew! "O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn, And the morn Rises from the slumberous mass. "Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away? The starry floor, The watery shore, Is given thee till the break of day." William Blake Tissot Bouguereau Tarbell Muen Tarbell There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. Queen Gertrude, Hamlet DeCamp Sargent POOR little heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Emily Dickinson Bethesda Fountain Tissot (self portrait) Here may I live what life I please, Married and buried out of sight, - Married to pleasure and buried to pain, - Hidden away amongst scenes like these, Under the fans of the chestnut trees; Living my child-life over again, With the further hope of a fallen delight, Blithe as the birds and wise as the bees. V. Fane Benson Benson "Hey, Boo." "Dolly said that when she was a girl she'd liked to wake up winter mornings and hear her father singing as he went about the house building fires; after he was old, after he'd died, she sometimes heard his songs in the field of Indian grass. Wind, Catherine said; and Dolly told her: But the wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields-- I've heard Papa clear as day." Truman Capote , The Grass Harp Rook Strings in the Earth and Air Strings in the Earth and air Make music sweet; Strings by the river where The willows meet. There's music along the river For Love wanders there, Pale flowers on his mantle, Dark leaves on his hair. All softly playing, With head to the music bent, And fingers straying Upon an instrument. James Joyce Spitzweg Hacker Durden "The Death of the Moth" by Virginia Woolf My interests? Transcendentalism; reincarnation, spiritual avenues in general, color in all aspects: aural, in nature, in art, especially light; stained glass, apocrypha, research, writing under pressure; ephemera, fashion betwixt the years 1890-1920. Break the Code... Samuel Palmer beautifully depicts "Golden Hour" sunlight. The True story of Weeping Tree Read about The Spirit of Trees A Charm Invests a Face A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld. The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies, Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies. Emily Dickinson Leighton Simmonds Ophelia Caspar Murillo In Memory Such souls, Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages. Henry Taylor Ilsted Lavery She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies... Lord Byron Espy In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row .., That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. from Flanders Fields By Col. John McCrae Durden Waterhouse Watts, Hope Caillebotte Pearce The Dream In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past? That holy dream - that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star? Edgar Allan Poe |
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I'd like to meet:Breton Sargent Woods I part the out thrusting branches And come in beneath The blessed and the blessing trees. Though I am silent There is singing around me. Though I am dark There is vision around me. Though I am heavy There is flight around me. Wendell Berry Tarbell Cox Charles Currin and Chihuly glass Sargent Evening Solace The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. And days may pass in gay confusion, And nights in rosy riot fly, While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion, The memory of the Past may die. But, there are hours of lonely musing, Such as in evening silence come, When, soft as birds their pinions closing, The heart's best feelings gather home. Then in our souls there seems to languish A tender grief that is not woe; And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish, Now cause but some mild tears to flow. And feelings, once as strong as passions, Float softly backa faded dream; Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations, The tale of others' sufferings seem. Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding, How longs it for that time to be, When, through the mist of years receding, Its woes but live in reverie! And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer, On evening shade and loneliness; And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer, Feel no untold and strange distress Only a deeper impulse given By lonely hour and darkened room, To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven, Seeking a life and world to come. Charlotte Bronte Sargent's Carnation and Lillian Genth You have lit the lamps, - Oh! The sunlight in the garden! You have lit the lamps, I see sunshine through the chinks, Open the doors to the garden! - The keys to the door are lost, We must wait, we must wait, The keys have fallen from the tower, We must wait, we must wait, We must wait other days... Other days will open the doors, The forest guards their locks, The forest around us is ablaze, It is the brightness of dead leaves That blazes on all the doorsills. Other days are already weary, Other days are also afraid, Other days will never come, Other days will also die, And we will die here also... Maurice Maeterlinck,in "Fifteen Songs" Turner There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either. Robert Graves Arthur Hacker and Benson Charles Daniel Ward Many people, other than the authors, contribute to the making of a book, from the first person who had the bright idea of alphabetic writing through the inventor of movable type to the lumberjacks who felled the trees that were pulped for its printing. It is not customary to acknowledge the trees themselves, though their commitment is total. Forsyth "There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches." Ray Bradbury Quotes On the value of BOOKS Edward Huges, Idle Tears Brilliant Artist of the Day: Lucille Clifton (This is my favorite poem of all time) it was a dream in which my greater self rose up before me accusing me of my life with her extra finger whirling in a gyre of rage at what my days had come to, what, i pleaded with her, could i do, oh what could i have done? and she twisted her wild hair and sparked her wild eyes and screamed as long as i could hear her This. This. This. Biography Brilliant Artist of the Day: Ralph Vaughan Williams My favorite.. A Lark Ascending, which brings this poem to mind: Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long delirious, burning blue, I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle flew - And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God. Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee No 412 squadron, RCAF Killed 11 December 1941 Brilliant artist of the day: Laura Alma-Tadema , wife of famed artist, Lawrence Alma-Tadema . While his works are well-known, Laura had lesser success. The top painting is hers, followed by one from Lawrence. |
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Music:Ralph Vaughn Williams; Thomas Newman; Mahler; Faure; John Tavener; James Horner; Patrick Doyle; Joni; Indigo Girls; Happy Rhodes; Andrea Bocelli; Linda Eder; Karen Carpenter's voice...;Puccini; most any choral works; Renee Fleming; all of the Russian 19th and early 20th Century composers; zydeco; the sound of a glass harmonicum (especially in Saint Saen's "Aquarium"); Wagner's "Tristan and Isolde." On my Comcast Rhapsody list: 5 versions of Joni's "River," Soundtrack for "A River Runs Through It," (Do we see a pattern here?)New favorite piece:Henryk Gorecki: Symphony No. 3, Dawn Upshaw, soprano Leo's been Zoomified! The Last Supper Oh, Brilliant!!! Andrew Wyeth D. Chihuly, glass artist Under the Walnut Tree When I face what has left my life, I bow. I walk outside into the cold, rain nesting in my hair. All the houses near me have their lights on. Somewhere, there is a deep listening. I stand in the dark for a long time under the walnut tree, unable to tell anyone, not even the night, what I know. I feel the darkness rush towards me, and I open my arms. L. Martin Learn about The History of Spiritualism |
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Movies:This will be my links section.Daily Kos Keeping it real. An Inconvenient Truth Click and watch the trailer for Al Gore's doc on global warming. PsiArcade Play here and strengthen your powers!! What the Bleep Do We Know? Wanna see what water crystals do to the tune of Mozart? Then check out the website for the movie, "What the Bleep Do We Know?" The Four Reasons Self explanatory. RTD Article, Remote Viewing A co-worker who tuned me into remote viewing. Shrillblog! The world is shrill! Check daily on shrillblog.com to see the latest depths of shrillness. Bestest vocalist ever! Check out her fan page: Happy Rhodes Waterhouse |
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Television:For the most part, would rather watch raindrops: |
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Books:Beyond the Ashes: Cases of Reincarnation from the Holocaust by Yonassan GershomThis book is the bomb! Across Time and Death by Jenny Cockell Her experience is closest to mine. |
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Heroes:Dr. Ian Stevenson... Child Past Lives , and in turn, my good friend, Steve Sakellarios, Gold Thread . All of those whose minds are open to spiritual pathways that are unencumbered by religious doctrine.In general, people who strive to bring complex issues to the masses. Who are more interested in throwing open doors to understanding than they are their own "success..." 1. Kenneth Branagh, a master of Shakespearean dialogue, as it finally should be spoken: Branagh 2. Ken Burns, introducing historical topics in unique ways: Ken Burns 3. Leonard Bernstein, pulled a generation of youth to classical music, plus his brother, Elmer, wrote the theme music for "To Kill a Mockingbird," huge favorite of mine: Bernstein 4.Elizabeth Kubler Ross, Until her death, the quintessential researcher on death and dying, nde's and grieving process. Her works informed much of my second book. Kubler Ross She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain. ~ Louisa May Alcott ~ If Death is Kind Perhaps if death is kind, and there can be returning, We will come back to earth some fragrant night, And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white. We will come down at night to these resounding beaches And the long gentle thunder of the sea, Here for a single hour in the wide starlight We shall be happy, for the dead are free. Sara Teasdale "We should take care, in inculcating patriotism into our boys and girls, that it is a patriotism above the narrow sentiment which usually stops at one's country, and thus inspires jealousy and enmity in dealing with others. Our patriotism should be of the wider, nobler kind which recognises justice and reasonableness in the claims of others and which lead our country into comradeship with...the other nations of the world. The first step to this end is to develop peace and goodwill within our borders, by training our youth of both sexes to its practice as their habit of life, so that the jealousies of town against town, class against class and sect against sect no longer exist; and then to extend this good feeling beyond our frontiers towards our neighbours." Lord Baden-Powell |
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My Background and Lifestyle |
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| MaritalStatus: | Married |
| Children: | Proud parent |
| Education: | College graduate |
| Occupation: | writer |
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My Blog |
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Revamped page |
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| If you didn't catch my bulletin, I've added several artists who have their own interpretations of All Soul's Day or All Saint's Day.
Have a good week, y'all... Posted by The Wahtry Taht on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 03:23:00 PST |
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New stuff... |
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| Have redone the first slideshow on the page, new artists, a few new ones in second slideshow. Had to celebrate the new season!
Cheers! Posted by The Wahtry Taht on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 03:52:00 PST |
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Harvest Moon... |
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| Wendy just reminded me that tomorrow evening there will be a Harvest Moon (full moon nearest equinox)... so y'all enjoy!
Harvest Moon by Samuel Palmer... Posted by The Wahtry Taht on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 06:47:00 PST |
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Geez, These Movies! |
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| Lately, I think I'm settled down to watch one thing, and it ends up being something from Mars. Yesterday, I took in Fur, movie info the Nicole Kidman take on photographer Diane Arbus. O.k., I get it..... Posted by The Wahtry Taht on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 08:56:00 PST |
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Meadowsweet |
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| Meadowsweet Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the chosen of them all By wandering children, yellow as the... Posted by The Wahtry Taht on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 06:04:00 PST |
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Jules Bastien-Lepage |
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| So check out this painting of Joan of Arc by Jules Bastien-Lepage. I've had to do some research on her for a project, which is fitting, because a co-worker has been "hearing voices." Tried to tell he... Posted by The Wahtry Taht on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 07:54:00 PST |
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Gimmee That Cookie!!! |
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| I definitely can empathize with this scenario. Pretty much, when things go bust, I usually grab a cookie, too. Or twelve:
How robbers roll in Richmond.... Posted by The Wahtry Taht on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 04:35:00 PST |
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What is Wrought with Paint |
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| Off to work with the posies, but wanted to share this... working on the site last night, certain paintings just haunt ya. Garber's blue themed girl standing in the sunny doorway blows my mind. Every t... Posted by The Wahtry Taht on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 05:23:00 PST |
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Friends and Potential Friends |
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| Thought I'd drop a line as people are getting upset when I delete their picture comments. I do love all of the things you leave me, but if you see I've deleted yours, it is because the width is over 5... Posted by The Wahtry Taht on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 07:01:00 PST |
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Walmart Goin' Greenie: Read the Fine Print |
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| Posted a bulletin about the Compact Flourescent Lightbulbs (CFL's) that Walmart is touting big time. Got a huge response, in that people have never heard of the health/environmental risks. So check ou... Posted by The Wahtry Taht on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 12:45:00 PST |
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