Thursday, May 24, 2012
Much running, playing, (screaming), cake and icecream eating, lego building, dressup playing, and cuddling this week ! We try to make it as family oriented as possible, sometimes finding it hard when no family live near us at all. Next year, and all the years to follow will be much different. We will be home in Georgia. Kids seeing their grandparents every single day. We'll live right next door !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
His birthday 'theme' this year was a dragon party. I made up a giant dragon from a mop and some boxes, placing his presents inside .. he put on his birthday cape and headdress ( which is not pictured!) and slayed the dragon for treasure ! I love making birthday cakes. They always taste just like wedding cake. YUMMMMM.
The weather here in Dirt town has turned a bit cooler, thank goodness. Now it feels just like the weather right now in Georgia. This is our winter temperatures !! It does get breezy at night, enough to turn off the air and open the windows for freshness. Oh my goodness, I can't wait to get home. We've bought our tickets now ... November, are you really 5 months away still ? We are counting down to yoU!
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Lispenard Shawl & Rose Red III.
"That woman, then, who was born with a gift of poetry in the sixteenth century, was an unhappy woman, a woman at strife against herself. All the conditions of her life, all her own instincts, were hostile to the state of mind which is needed to set free whatever is in the brain. But what is the state of mind that is most propitious to the act of creation, I asked ? Can one come by any notion of the state that furthers and makes possible that strange activity ? Here I opened the volume containing the Tragedies of Shakespeare. What was Shakespeare's state of mind , for instance , when he wrote LEAR and ANTONY and CLEOPATRA ? It was certainly the state of mind most favourable to poetry that there has ever existed . But Shakespeare himself said nothing about it. We only know casually and by chance that he 'never blotted a line'. Nothing indeed was ever said by the artist himself about his state of mind until the 18th century perhaps. Rousseau perhaps began it. At any rate, by the 19th century self 0 consciousness had developed so far that it was the habit for men of letters to describe their minds in confessions and autobiographies. Their lives also were written, and their letters were printed after their deaths. Thus, though we do not know what Shakespeare went through when he wrote LEAR, we do know what Carlyle went through when he wrote the FRENCH REVOLUTION ; what Flaubert went through when he wrote MADAME BOVARY ; what Keats was going through when he tried to write poetry against the coming of death and the indifference of the world."
-- p. 52 A Room of One's Own. Virginia Woolf