📸 Thea Schrack, Blue Willow

Morris Graves, Blue Bouquet

It is not the treasures that have awakened such an ineffable longing in me, he said to himself; far be it from me, all greed: but the blue flower, I yearn to behold. Novalis from: The Blue Flower

This morning.

Into a morning sky.

how water shivers when it breathes and shimmers when it laughs

The river yesterday.

Autoritratto con fiori.

The first of the bluebells.

The river yesterday.

this world, this place- be kind, be love

I needed to be reminded how temporal permanency is. Patti Smith

Sunday and Patti Smith Ph. Unknown

Nights through dreams tell the myths forgotten by the day. C. G. Jung

fairy lights in the rain, with coffee

again and again... love takes us as we are no matter how seldom we return the favor

my sky, tonight

Sarah Siltala, Chickadee

📷 Natalia Drepina

Love does not care about divisions but pulls us, trembling as we are, into an infinite awareness of the whole ~Rainer Maria Rilke Adolfo de Carolis, Amor and Psyche

But once in a while the odd thing happens, Once in a while the dream comes true, And the whole pattern of life is altered, Once in a while the moon turns blue. ~W.H. Auden 🎨 Mark Rothko

🖼️ Yuka Taguchi, 1992. #Caturday

if something or someone gets to you, it doesn't matter how or who, just that you feel something means you are alive... and yes, i think it's lovely to be blocked 🥀

Francesca Dottavi - The Almost Moon

It is like a prayer to what is empty. And what is empty turns its face to us and whispers: "I am not empty, I am open." ~Tomas Tranströmer

Tomoharu Okamura full moon

Gabriel Pacheco, Mexican (1973- ), from 12 Illustrated Poems by Lorca, 2013

Lobelia beginning to bloom..

What she liked was simply life. Virginia Woolf

John Constable. Cloud Study 1821.

…when the moon rose, it meant time was endless ~Louise Glück ~ The Wild Iris

So the full moon comes in, and the room becomes phosphorescent with silence … Clarice Lispector

they're back! swifts. art by © jonathan pomroy

a small format art by © laura makabresku

the soul adores the body not for the fires of passion or the songbird of desire but for the deep creature comfort of its warmth

🎨: Laura Makabresku

The real in us is silent. The acquired is talkative. ~Kahlil Gibran

it were comfort forever – just to look in your face, while you looked in mine – Emily Dickinson

H.D.

in lieu of a gift link, i'm offering a bare-bones version of my story Artemis, which originally appeared in Exacting Clam. just go to ulricahume.com/story-time/ and enter the password "readme"

in the offing what's lost to the unearthed sky?

Gianni De Conno - Poems to the Moon

the Flower Moon, almost in bloom

liturgies of alchemical arts

Her wings are fastened onto her shoulders like bandages The butterfly owns her now It covers her and her wounds She is not terrified of begonias or telegrams but surely this nightgown girl this awesome flyer, has not seen how the moon floats through her and in between ~Anne Sexton

‘Forms of murmuration.’ #Photography by Daniel Dencescu.

Remembering Lawrence Ferlinghetti on his birthday today. "The state of the world calls out for poetry to save it." .