~~~St. Paul’s Girls’ School, London
The following words and images came to me recently while listening to Gustav Holst’s Brook Green Suite. He wrote it from his hospitable bed a year before he died in 1934. Read the rest of this entry »
9:05am, Monday. I wrote this immediately following breakfast today. Trying to capture how I felt and then let my mind and heart go wherever I needed to go. Read the rest of this entry »
dancing flakelings
on frigid north wind
powder earthlings
***
Just before sunrise today, backdropped by a blue sky, I watched a 15-minute show from my bedroom window. A chaotic wind sent small snowflakes twisting and turning through the air. Running back and forth as though they couldn’t make up their minds which way to go.
Right now the sky is blue, the sun is up, the stiff wind has shifted to the west, powder snow is resting on the ground and we have a chill factor in the single digits. A good day to stay inside with a hot cup of tea.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 11 February 2016
Photo from masslive.com; taken by staff photographer Dave Roback
Here’s a little before picture of my relationship with my heart, followed by an update about the now picture. Read the rest of this entry »
I live in Truth—
Not in photo-shopped Shades of Vicarious Color
I am what I am.
I tell the Truth—
Not in misleading Shades of Precarious Ambiguities
You know I’m right.
I walk in Light—
Not in dastardly Shades of Nefarious Warmongers
I’m on your side.
Trust me.
***
This primary election season Read the rest of this entry »
Last night the planets, moons and stars
sent calm ethereal beams
into each chamber of my heart
asleep within my bed Read the rest of this entry »
fairy lanterns
blush deep fuchsia
avert their eyes
***
I couldn’t decide whether these were miniature Chinese lanterns or fairy lanterns. The fairies won out. They take me back to California and my indoor hanging baskets of fuchsias. Magenta is still my favorite color.
Of all my indoor plants, they were the most spectacular. They’re delicate, magical and super easy to grow. I saw these at Longwood Gardens in the Conservatory, where I’d like to be right now. Though the snow outside my window is pretty spectacular.
Happy Monday!
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 24 January 2016
Photo credit: DAFraser, Longwood Gardens Conservatory
Secrets of my body
pause, linger, bleed slow
through veins
barely alive, gasping—
for Air.
The cost of keeping family and personal secrets Read the rest of this entry »
The Distance between Lonely
and Alone is like the Chasm
between Perpetual Ache
and Irreversible Death
For one, Sweet Balm—
for the other, Being Embalmed Read the rest of this entry »
eyes smile
reach out
connect
***
She was about 10 or 11 years old,
quiet and a bit hesitant.
Though we’d never met, we shared a past.
Not together, but separately.
I’d just told the story about my childhood
to a group of adults and children.
She cried during part of it,
leaned over and said something to her mother. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 