Comment on Kwitcherbellyakin — by pauline
And there you have the crux – “stalking past with blinders on.” Let those who have eyes, see. I like the word intention. If you intend to see (or do or hear) something, whatever it is tends to pop up...
View ArticleComment on Kwitcherbellyakin — by Touch2Touch
Is it a line from Kabir, or just a proverb: My love is in my eyes. That is why I see him everywhere. Intention, yes, key. My mother would say This too shall pass, and I absolutely HATED it! Not for the...
View ArticleComment on Kwitcherbellyakin — by happysherlock
Lol love the title! Your mother was a wise woman. The flowers are lovely and I hope the cold and dreary days pass soon. I head down to the supermarkets for walks too – to hide from the crazy weather...
View ArticleComment on Kwitcherbellyakin — by Touch2Touch
Ho! I didn’t think about that, that the supermarket works just as well against extreme heat as against extreme cold! Next up for my camera: fruits and vegetables.
View ArticleComment on Kwitcherbellyakin — by Random Acts of Writing
Finding beauty everywhere – seems to me you do that a lot on this blog! A perfect cure for the winter blues, for sure – well, the flowers and maybe something from the cookie aisle? : )
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Comment on Kwitcherbellyakin — by Touch2Touch
I think maybe the produce aisle will come next — the glories of the cookie aisle are more hidden!
View ArticleComment on THIS MORNING by Touch2Touch
Come on over the mountain, Claudia. I don’t think it’s going anywhere away from here for a while!
View ArticleComment on THIS MORNING by simonhlilly
Like a fine piece Of porcelain, A good haiku Has a ring to it That remains Even when the mind Has turned to other things. A purity, An emptiness, A white translucence Of awareness.
View ArticleComment on THIS MORNING by Touch2Touch
What a beautiful poem, Simon. Itself like a fine piece of porcelain. Thank you.
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Comment on THIS MORNING by xties
Snow – something I almost never see – is still something of a luxury for me. (How naïf is that?)
View ArticleComment on THIS MORNING by rebekah
Yes! I can hear it! Nothing like the pristine, newly fallen snow! It’s so pure.. Here … it comes and goes away again.
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Comment on THIS MORNING by Touch2Touch
A naiveté to be cherished! Things — especially snow — get old too fast.
View ArticleComment on THIS MORNING by Touch2Touch
I’ll say one thing for it — however jaded I get — that first hush of newly-fallen snow is wondrous, every time.
View ArticleComment on THIS MORNING by cocomino
Yes, I can. Does Basho mean Matsuo Basho 松尾芭蕉 ? He is a famous poet
View ArticleComment on THIS MORNING by Touch2Touch
Yes, cocomino, it is THAT Basho. He is famous in the West also, among haiku and poetry lovers. When I was with my Japanese friend in Mie (where her family live) we went to Iga, to Ueno Park, and saw...
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Comment on THIS MORNING by Karen@PasGrand-Chose
What a wonderful photo! And golly, your snow looks awfully deep. Since you’re not fond of it, I’m sending you WARM wishes from a very sunny Cape Town ))
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Comment on THIS MORNING by Touch2Touch
WARM wishes much appreciated, Karen. Lucky you, in warm and sunny Cape Town — but your wishes did bring us a SUNNY day today, so keep it up, please! Maybe the warm will eventually make it.
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