Brilliant Blue World

imageWriter, artist, poet, readers, we all share a way of seeing that inspires a day to contain richness in new ways. In a book on the art of Georgia O’Keefe, a companion piece of writing by Willa Cather showed up.

Let me share this with you:

“The sky was full of motion and
change as the desert beneath it was monotonous
and still — and there was so much sky, more than at sea,
more than anywhere else in the world. The plain
was there, under one’s feet, but what one saw
when one looked about was that

brilliant blue world

of sinking air and moving cloud.”

……………………WILLA CATHER………………………………….

After the momentous weather of yesterday in this eastern part of the U.S.A. to imagine a day of such beauty is an option.

always with love,

Dream of Summer

imageToday, only the words of the poet:

” The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book, and summer night

Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.

The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,

Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be
The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.

The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.

And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself

Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself
Is the reader leaning late and reading there.”

…………WALLACE STEVENS, from the volume
Transport to Summer, 1947

Thank you for reading with me.

always with love,


Drawing by Molly Hahn at BuddhaDoodles
Drawing by Molly Hahn at BuddhaDoodles

Mary Oliver’s book, A THOUSAND MORNINGS, sits before me
in the welcome dark before dawn, and I’ve chosen the lines
I want to share with you today:


The man who has many answers

is often found

in the theaters of information

where he offers, graciously, his deep findings.

While the man who has only questions,

to comfort himself, makes music.”


My situation is that I have been brailling recently for days, weeks,
maybe months, asking questions of life. I learned about that word,
brailling, in my sessions years ago with Gunilla Norris.

Brailling is a reaching out in the dark for the shape of things in such
a way that the gut gives the clues.

I may have forgotten your birthday in this process.
Actually, I have already done that quite a bit, dear one.
Can I make up for that by saying, you are welcome to forget my birthday, too?
I hope that helps.

always with love,