Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Barter - Sarah Teasdale Poem

Barter by Sarah Teasdale
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

Friday, September 02, 2016

A Hopi Prayer

Hopi Prayer

 Hold on to what is good
even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold onto what you believe
even if its a tree that stands by itself.
Hold onto what you must do
even if its a long way from here.
Hold onto your life
even if its easier to let go.
Hold onto my hand
even when I've gone away from you.

Thursday, September 01, 2016

September 1, 2016

"September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.  The cricket chirps in the noontide, making the most of what remains of his brief life.  The bumblebee is busy among the clover blossoms of the aftermath, and their shrill and dreamy hum hold the outdoor world above the voices of the song birds, now silent or departed."
-   September Days   By Rowland E. Robinson, Vermont. 

 "September is Autumn at hand and Summer reluctant to leave; it is days loud with cicadas and nights loud with katydids...It is hot days and cool nights and hurricane and flood and deep hurt and high triumph.  September is both more than a month and less, for it is almost a season in itself.  It is flickers in restless flocks, readying for migration;it is goldfinches in thistledown; it is fledglings on the wing, and half-grown rabbits in the garden, and lambs in the feed lot.  It is the gleam of goldenrod and the white and lavender and purple of fence row asters, with the bright spangle of bittersweet berries.
    September is fog over the river valleys at dawn and the creep of early scarlet among the maples in the swamp.  It is sumac in war paint.  It is bronze of hillside grass gone to seed.  It is walnuts ripening and squirrels busy among the hickories.  It is late phlox like a flame in the garden, and zinnias in bold color, and chrysanthemums budding.  It is the last gallant flaunt of portulaca and petunias defying time and early frost.
     September is the first tang of wood smoke and the smolder of burning leaves.  It is bass and perch revitalized in the chilling waters of pond and stream.  It is the hunter's dog sniffing the air and quivering to be off to the underbrush.
     September is time hastening and days shortening, it is the long nights of Autumn closing in with their big stars and glinting moon.  September is the wonder and fulfillment and the ever-amazing promise of another Autumn."  Hal Borland

Saturday, August 06, 2016

Where Has The Summer Gone

The kids are already back in school.  Seems they have shorter and shorter Summer vacations each year.  When school starts has always signaled the end of Summer for me, but the Summer Holiday used to last until after Labor Day.  My internal calendar is more and more confused.  The heat and humidity certainly aren't paying attention to school schedules.  It has been oh so hot and humid here that we feel like we have moved to a tropical jungle rather than East Tennessee.  I watch through the window as the weeds grower taller and thicker, and long for cooler temps so I can go out and trim them.  I am not aging well, aging---most definitely, but in a very worn and ragged way, and the humidity becomes more and more unbearable for me.  :/  I haven't even spent any time on my kayak or bicycle this Summer!!! ~(  I know that some  of that intolerance is due to the medication that I'm on, but it is oh so frustrating. 

We haven't had much rain this Summer either, and my soul starts to shrivel up without some clouds and rain.  When I do see some drops of nectar falling from the sky, I run out into it, and turn my little wrinkled face up to soak up those drops.  :)

The Fall quilting magazines are coming in now.  I love Fall.  May be my most favorite Season of the year.  :)  Yes, I still get a couple of quilting magazines, I still collect the occasional bit of fabric, I still dream and drool over all the luscious quilts being made and shared out yonder in cyberspace.  I'm still a 'wannabee' quilter.  :D  Maybe this coming Fall and Winter will be my seasons of piecing and quilting.  I'm still obsessing over churn dash and flying geese quilts.  Love the idea of the giant blocks of these made into quilts. 

I have been using a 'special needs' computer for several years now, and it finally gave up the ghost on me.  This new one is a joy to use.  Transferring pictures from my camera to the computer was a major pain.  Now I can transfer them with ease.  The simple things that I am spoiled by...So I will share a few of the scenes from here at Ships Landing from the Spring.  More later.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

An Everyday Manifesto---Something to Strive For


Today, I am alive.

"Today, I choose to believe in myself. To trust the vision of the future I intend to create. To know that I have the internal resources to accomplish my dreams. That in the face of uncertainty and fear, I have only to move forward confidently in the direction of my endeavors and to trust that I can handle whatever comes up along the way.

Today, I face the uncertainty and realize that fear is only an emotion—an emotion that is only one controlled thought away from exhilaration. If I am presented with multiple directions to take, I choose the one that brings the most fear, because the more outside my comfort zone I go, the more I grow.

Today, I choose exhilaration. Today, I wake up with the knowledge that life is finite and that I have no idea where the finish line is. And so, today is beautiful, because time is precious and the only resource that I can’t create more of. I therefore choose to spend it on the people and projects I love, as much as I can. And when faced with unpleasant situations, choose to remember that all is well and that getting through them only adds to my strength and resolve.

Today, I choose not to worry what others may think of me. The opinion of others does not affect the opinion I have of myself. While some may question my choices, they are not intimately aware of what has brought me to this point, where my heart and hopes are for the future, and how today fits into my bigger picture overall. Therefore, any criticism rolls off my back and any praise is met with humble gratitude.

Today, I forgive myself the mistakes I’ve made. Realizing that a mistake is only an opportunity to become aware of a gap in knowledge, and learn for the future. I don’t need to pretend to be perfect and it’s okay to not have all the answers.

Today, I choose to approach life and others with open-mindedness, curiosity and appreciation. I have but one perspective on the world, so the more I learn about others and their journeys, the more I can expand my own viewpoints and horizon; thereby increasing my understanding, compassion and wonder. Today, I appreciate that we all have our own paths and judgement will only limit my own.

Today, I give myself permission to follow my own pace. If I need to rest, I do so—without playing the tape of should-dos and have-tos. If I have the energy, I use it to move things forward. If I feel social, I connect. If I need time to contemplate, I find solitude. There are constraints of chosen responsibilities, but I stay as true to my natural rhythm as I can.

Today, I choose to be authentic. I choose to be happy. I choose to love. To play. To dance. To run. To be afraid. To trust. To cry. To change. To follow my heart, and break it. To challenge myself, and to be easy on myself. To use my talents and chase my passions. To travel. To learn. To grow. To laugh. Out loud. A lot. To not take myself or life so seriously, for death is the great equalizer. Today I live.

Today, I am alive."

Author: Jennifer Sabetti
Editors: Emily Bartran; Ashleigh Hitchcock

Monday, July 11, 2016


“There are things you can’t reach. But
You can reach out to them, and all day long.
The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of god.
And it can keep you busy as anything else, and happier.
I look; morning to night I am never done with looking.
Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around
As though with your arms open.”
― Mary Oliver

Monday, July 04, 2016

Happy 4th of July

Have a safe and wonderful Holiday from all of us here at Ships Landing

Happy Birthday, USA! 

Happy 4th of July

Sunday, July 03, 2016

July is Under Way

And the hot, humid days have already driven me indoors, except for early in the mornings and at dusk.

The wild raspberries came early this year, and the sweet nectar on my tongue makes me long for fields of fruiting raspberry bushes.  Is there anything that compares to the taste and texture of sun-warmed raspberries straight from the canes to the mouth?