Category Archives: Shakespeare

a midsummer dream

Elizabeth and I saw ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream “last night – yum – it was so well done and enchanting. It will be a special summer memory that she and I have shared, there amongst the political anguish/darkness that is occurring in Washington and presiding over summer, the ego driven politicians making decisions about our future – yuk. “Lord, what fools these mortals be!” – Puck from William Shakespeare’s “Midsummer Night’s Dream.
 Anyway, it was refreshing to be with our “theater friends” – so real, so lovely, so good.
 Today the sun has reappeared and I am flooded with optimism and happiness – I am back on track with my positive immersion. My family has been blessed with yet another day – what more is there? I hope to spend much of my day between the kitchen and the studio and the big news is my young chicks are laying!!! They are only 5 months old! Precocious little girls. I found a cluster of little brown eggs under the tractor yesterday – what a gift.
my new “mothers”

Just rambling, I need to go into my day, my present, and make good use of it. I am posting a few snapshots of midsummer – images that make it all work for me. 

ginger and rose of sharon

coops and crepes



empty til spring




My dad’s birdhouses and next season’s garden

me

my family

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questions

There are no answers. We spend our lives asking questions but no one has been able to come up with the answer key. Minds far greater than mine have thought and pondered and died…never returning to let us know if they were right. I suppose that is why really old people, at least the ones that have been observant, are great sources of wisdom and while they don’t have “the answers”, they can make better assumptions. There are messages in their stories and lessons from their lives, but who even listens – youth is being carelessly spent on  worldly things.
 It can be so Shakespearean…
Macbeth:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
ok, this is deep and dark and Shakespeare is scary and tragic…I will take the antithesis of this projection and flood my day with light.

I have a lot of questions today; it is a day without a job, a day to be with my thoughts…here’s one I ask myself: 
 Not now, so, when?
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