journals and books

floral-card

found an old journal
more blessings noted
than I knew

And some older favorites:

time with old friends
poems in a journal
from years ago

stack of art books
not needing to read today
just need them there

looking at trees
I remember prayers
of friends

raindrops
line
the windows
words
in
my
notebooks

reading poetry
my coffee gets cold
guess I made it
for the fragrance

books on the shelf
supported by each other
kindness of friends

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The Floral Card is courtesy of Free Vintage Art.

 

summer sounds

I sit across a room from an open window.  Because of the winter we had, I ponder the miracle of open windows.  Birdsongs.  Communication.  The sound of a few cars on the gravel road.  It is early and other sounds will arise throughout the day and then be heard another time or place.

And I don’t want to take anything for granted.

A favorite haiku from 2012:

recollections
of summers gone by
voices on the breeze

Gratitude journal:

432.  Daylilies

433.  The new poem I posted here yesterday.

434.  Morning

435.  beans & rice (cooked this morning)

436.  open windows

437.  birdsongs

438.  rest

Update, late afternoon:  I found another old notebook of blessings and had recorded more before; so revised the numbers.

As long as I have some of my notebooks here, I’ll add a few more details.  I began my gratitude journals on December 16, 2012.  My first blessing was “raindrops on the bare branches of the birch tree.”  Blessing number 10 referred to Ann Voskamp and the inspiration from her books, for this project.

To be continued in future posts – maybe some poems to write as I reread.

Blessings, Ellen

Tuesday note

Many of you know Margie from Latebloomerbuds.  She and her friend Gail have a lovely new site.  I look forward to their creative posts.  Their new blog is called Artfully ours . . . a journey between friends.

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Awhile ago I read Ann Voskamp’s book, One Thousand Gifts.  I began a gratitude journal, though have not been consistent, since I record so many blessings here.  I thought I’d continue now, and so here are two more blessings, on my way to one thousand . . . and then beginning again by God’s grace.

426.

I sit and watch the green leaves

they won’t be green

forever

427.

Watch the shift

to August

I so love

(be sure to)

Blessings, Ellen

UPDATE, July 30, 2014 – I found an old notebook.  Had counted to 425 blessings when I paused.  So re-numbered this post: beginning again with 426 (not 351, as stated before).

Monday

black-feather

 

This is a favorite poem from 2013.  I’m sure many of you will remember, and I hope newer readers will like the poem too.

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Monday
and planning
the week
what will grow
what should rest

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The Black Feather Drawing is courtesy of Reusable Art – Breathing New Life Into Old Art.

I also like this Scenic Endpaper.

scenic-endpapers

 

many trees

many trees
provide shade
for this street
on a varied
route to the
library
I find books
this time that
tell personal stories
and grant some rest

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I enjoy the area for new nonfiction books at Mead Public Library in Sheboygan, Wisconsin.  When I was browsing, I remembered a haiku:

reading a new book
the fragrance
of fresh paper

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Memoirs are a favorite genre.