Monsieur Proust had his madeleine, I have my summer berries…
Loved my Sunday yesterday. Ingirid invited a small paty of us to play with her in her garden. She is at the helm of a magical eden where everything seems to grow in both open air and in polytunnels… Just magic. A list of tasks were clearly scribbled on postcards. Ingirid pointed out two areas: peaches to be harvested from well established trees in one polycrub, and, that secluded corner where gooseberries, black and redcurrants ripen in the sun. So much flew back inside my poet’s mind. Whilst the first task was achieved at lightning speed, that latter harvest heaved a bowlful of those tiny summer gems, as well as poetics.
As in micropoetry form at first…
petits fruits rouges, en grapes, en vrac,
entre martinets et sourires,
là où le temps
Peerie red fruits clinging like grapes
in between swifts & smiles,
there, when time
locked in a
and then, as a poem,
You, scarlet gems so well hidden.
So delicate, in
one corner of a garden, where my hands search in between
leaves, guardians of time – where
time writes fate in
I first found you as a child,
crouched against earth and loneliness,
that thin mesh, invisible cage to let the sun work
miracles after each battering of rain.
You, tiny gems so well
precious stones of summer.
Later, a feast awaited us as we gathered in the garden to share a marvellous Sunday afternoon. I love gardening parties. So much to enjoy from such capsules of time.
Thank you, Ingirid 🙂
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Histoire d’amour, love story. Last June I flew to Hordaland to be by their side. In nine days’ time I shall return and reconvene with this other side of the sea. I remember François speaking of belonging to the clan. I know I do, and cannot wait to step out of the plane in Bergen. Somehow it begins to feel like a Viking’s homecoming, hamefarin.
Dear Anita and François, it is on its way to you, and should arrive a day before me. :=)
Access to the wedding photobook HERE
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Gratulerer med dagen alle sammen i Norge!
Happy Constitution Day, Norway!
A month today, I will discover you for the first time, reconvene with some of my Norskie friends and take a bite for the first time 🙂
I cannot wait to cross the sea, fly along that 60N Latitude eastward and see your mountains shooting off water in the sky 🙂
Shetland, Norge, a long story tainted with love and deep friendship 🙂
Today, am clad in your colours. My D-Day countdown has begun 🙂
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I love how bottles reach my shore through time. Here, a new message from Canada.
FROM INSIDE THE BOTTLE
With kind thanks to its author, Debbie Okun Hill 🙂
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Looking back, listening back. I treasure this moment forever. Emotions in an eclectic bouquet. Faces, eyes, smiles. Known, unknown. Full house. And still some trying to get in… Darkish venue, with lights mounted on the wall on either side of the white screen. Steve’s magical accordion, Alan’s guitar to set the tone. And Joe’s soft voice, reassuring.
Here, here, FROM SHORE TO SHOORMAL BOOK LAUNCH on 1 September 2013
As if you were here / comme si vous y étiez 🙂
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I love snowballs.
Wonderful creative connections.
A short moment ago, I was pondering on the magic of what a single project can entail… And rightly posted Elizabeth’s constellation (see blog entry below).
Well, here comes the other, as another wonderful offshoot from NTS IGNITION (see March blog entries).
A voice, a world so ethereal. A name,
And get the CD, Journey, it is awesome!
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Yak an' Maak
“Never judge a book by its cover”, so they say…
… ‘They’ also say, “all that glitters is not gold”
But aren’t they pretty when you put the two together?!
I work in a bookshop specialising in second hand and antiquarian books and quite often I will be drawn to a particular spine on a shelf… a unique font, a gilded image or embossed design… and I just have to gently retrieve it from the shelf and have a little fondle! Ok…that’s perhaps a bit strange, but old books are fascinating and should be handled with wonder…and also care!
If properly shelved, the spine of a book is the only thing a browser can see, it’s the only thing that gives us the initial information we need…What’s it called? Who wrote it? Who published it?
Alas though, 99% of the time we probably only…
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