Sunday August 7, 2011 A Handful of Stones/Sunday Whirl/ Carry On Tuesday

The rain turned a lovely shade of pink

“Walking Rain”
Sunset of Gold

A handful of stones: Several daily observations.

The late afternoon becomes the master’s canvas.  In the last image there is the moon in the sky and it seems, below there is a light acting as echo.  It seems to be something about the “joining of heaven and earth.”  Native people could see this when they came to the edge of a stream and saw the sparkling mica in the water, they said it  was “joining heaven and earth.”


Sunday Wordle

Little Girl’s Favorite Thing

Was to sweep

In the morning she would begin sweeping

Swept the sun on its journey through the day

Swept the cement walk

Swept away the rusty nails

Swept the path for crawling prophets

Tenderly she swept away the torment of scars

Made notes of all that needed to be swept

One day she swept herself away


Carry On Tuesday #117 Prompt:  Rupert Brooke’s poem.  The opening line “If I should die, think only this of me.”

Woman Sweeps a Path

She Sweeps a Path of  Her Own

The poem began

“If I should die”

And I thought

Not “if” but “when” I die

For I will

It is so for each of us

The day draws nearer

I hope you will

“Think this of me”

She walked a narrow path

Of her own choosing

Followed no words of man

Gave her best

To all she met on the trail

Asked no more than

She was willing to give

Looked for beauty in each day

Her heart full of joy

Lived each day in gratitude

For the many gifts of life

Especially for you

14 thoughts on “Sunday August 7, 2011 A Handful of Stones/Sunday Whirl/ Carry On Tuesday

  1. Annell, Your post today is a beautiful journey. I had mica in my rock collection as a child, and you deepen my pleasure of it. I love that you carried sweeping through two pieces. The first took my breath away, and I related well to the second. Well done, Annell, this was a wonderful stop on my Sunday.

  2. I too liked the way that you used ‘sweeping’ in both poems, Annell. Really clever that the girl swept herself away. I guess a compulsive sweeper would eventually run out of things to sweep, thus turn on herself?

    The second poem is beautiful. No one should ask more than they are willing to give, and living a life of gratitude is a worth while goal.

  3. Great pictures 😀 I hope my pics can be as dramatic as like these in the future. 😀 I like the two lines “Looked for beauty each day” and Live each day in gratitude,” that sums of what I’m trying to do every day. 😀

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