“Their garden became the focus of their own artistic creativity. Working with a magnificent site, they chose to explore its possibilities; not be stifled by its limitations… Later in life Peggy would admit that “the garden became our child.” The Land Conservancy The Abkhazi Garden is known as The Garden that Love Built. The storyContinue reading “Voices of The Air at the Abkhazi Garden”
Tag Archives: Poetry
Recuerdo by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Vancouver has two water taxi companies that run up and down False Creek, cross-crossing each other with graceful ease. The pilots seem to have a special language that only they know. From Hornsby Street and Granville Island to Spyglass Place and the Plaza of Nations, these taxis carry visitors from across the world, as wellContinue reading “Recuerdo by Edna St. Vincent Millay”
The Crystal Gazer by Sara Teasdale
Winter loves poetry. The daffodils and cherry blossoms have arrived to herald the coming of spring, but Canada loves winter. When I lived in Northern Manitoba we were not surprised when snow appeared in the middle of June. Tonight, in celebration of poetry month, I have returned to a poem I recited on a clearContinue reading “The Crystal Gazer by Sara Teasdale”
Sea Fever by John Masefield
Poetry gives substance to our experiences, as if to help us understand the import of a specific time and place. Words assimilate with emotional responses to produce memories that can be recalled with a vibrant clarity. Listening to poetry we relive the moment again. Several years ago, my son and I walked along the sandyContinue reading “Sea Fever by John Masefield”
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
Yesterday, we celebrated the 91st birthday of my mother, Frances. It was a wonderful family time of recalling memories of the past and enumerating blessings we have today. My parents had many adventures during the 60 years they shared together. Even though Dad passed over ten years ago, his presence continues to be in ourContinue reading “Wynken, Blynken, and Nod”
Celebrating Love with Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level ofContinue reading “Celebrating Love with Elizabeth Barrett Browning”
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