“Sometimes I spend all day trying to count the leaves on a single tree…
Of course I have to give up, but by then I’m half crazy with the wonder of it-
the abundance of the leaves, the quietness of the branches, the hopelessness
of my effort. And I am in that delicious and important place, roaring with
laughter, full of earth-praise.”
~ Mary Oliver
~ Image by Rosemary
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“When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend
all day among the high
my ripped arms, thinking
of nothing, cramming
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body
accepts what it is. In the dark
creeks that run by there is
this thick paw of my life darting among
the black bells, the leaves; there is
this happy tongue.”
– Mary Oliver.
Art CHIE YOSHII
Text & image source: Snowwolf,s Woodland Nook https://web.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/
Welcome to the month of Augustus Caesar, of warmth, mirth and the energy of Number 8!
In the words of Jude Adonne, an enlightened one in numerology, “The shape of 8, known as the LEMNISCATE, depicts the rhythm of energy that flows around and within two polar opposites. The Coarse-Material Realm is a reflection, the polar opposite of the Spiritual World…..The symbol of 8 is the infinity symbol, and is a vibration of great power, strength, endurance and stamina. It symbolizes the endless cycle of cause and effect, which generates the Laws of Karma and the cycle of Life in general.”
The pomp and lively ambience of August is symbolized by its birth flower and birth stone! Gladiolus or poppy, an enchanting ornamental plant (in post photo) is the month’s flower while, peridot or onyx is its birth stone! The stone is acclaimed in informed quarters as an excellent source of high frequency vibrations that can multiply wealth and increase health and joy, including all positive emotional states.
An added aura of grandeur to the month draws from the word “august”! Talk of an august event, august visit, august presence, august lineage, august personage, august performance, and you are painting a picture of somebody or something majestic, imposing, venerable and awe inspiring!
Little wonder why researchers say about 83% of male children named after months of the year is August related! Why not, who wouldn’t consider his/her child an ‘august gift’?
Happy birthdays to our August children, and Anniversary Greetings to our great Asian friends from India, Singapore, Indonesia, Malaysia and Pakistan whose countries’ National/Independence Days come up within the month!
May we all have “august experiences” throughout the month!
Happy New Month and enjoy this vintage August poem by Rhonda Baker:
“The birth of August is upon us, as the fair haired sun rises in the sky
With songs of the cicada unwinding, the sand hill Cranes sail by
The heat is hovering all around us, we feel heavy in its grip
To break free from its bonds, from its clutches we must rip
Shade gives little relief, to this melting, bending soul
A river full of water, is not enough to quench this foe
Only darkness breaks the curse, that the day could not hide
Relief is but short…and that too must subside
For August is just arriving, her journey’s just begun
It’s only just beginning; her moment in the sun”
P/S: A repost
Come May, sweet May, with all thy bloom,
Thy fragrant breezes, azure skies,
Come quickly to the waiting earth,
And bid its bidden treasures rise.
Give us again the song of birds,
The scent of blossoms on the air,
The rustle of the growing grass,
The dainty primrose, sweet and fair.
Oh! there are hearts that long to feel
Thy soft caress on cheek and brow;
Hearts grieving, that would fain be glad;
Come then, dear May, and teach them how.
Come, tell us of thy sister June,
What gifts from her shall follow thine?
Ah! roses red she wears for crown;
Bright May, thy primrose shall be mine.
All yellow o’er the grassy lane
The cowslips spread, and ‘neath thy skies
The sweet “May blossoms” in their beds,
With violets, ope their soft blue eyes.
Then come, come quickly, charming May,
Strew the broad earth with gifts so sweet;
And hill and vale, and earth and sky,
Thy praises ever shall repeat.
by Mary Dow Brine
Art Michael Coulter
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://web.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/