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To Tattoo…a Reminder

Posted by on Sep 30, 2010 in Spellbound | 9 comments

To Tattoo…a Reminder

There are two tattoos that I REALLY want to get. The first is on my ankle/foot area that reads “keep graceful dancing” – it’s from one of my favorite Blue October songs and will be in honor of my grandmother who no matter what life threw out at her, could always manage to dance through it. I also think it is from her that my own mother got much of her strength from and in turn, I get my own inner strength from my mom, who also manages to continue to rejoice and enjoy all that life has to offer and dance when ever the opportunity arises no matter what life throws at her. So I suppose in a way it will be an homage to, the two most important women in my life. The two women who some of my earliest memories include being spun around in dance.

The second is on on my right wrist and the words “dream dust” a quote from this Langston Hughes poem.

Dream Dust
Gather out of star-dust,
Earth-dust,
Cloud-dust,
Storm-dust,
And splinters of hail,
One handful of dream-dust,
Not for sale.
- Langston Hughes

This poem is particularly meaningful to me, because I strongly believe in the power of our dreams and holding on to them. This will serve as a little reminder to me-to never loose faith in my own dreams.

The hubs is against the idea of me getting a tattoo on my wrist. What do you all think? Yay or nay? If you remember I posted a while back that I wanted a white one…but I’ve not heard a whole lot of good things about white tattoos (even though I still really want one) I think a lighter color on my wrist would be great…

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All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter

Posted by on Sep 22, 2010 in Spellbound | 3 comments

All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter

I was thinking about this today. Not sure exactly why, but it came to me as I was driving home, in the rain from the grocery store.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

- All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter by J. R. R. Tolkien

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An “Invitation”

Posted by on Aug 31, 2010 in Spellbound | 2 comments

An “Invitation”

If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!

- Invitation by Shel Silverstein

I love this poem. I have from the very first moment I read it when I was but a wee lass!

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Hope is the Thing With Feathers

Posted by on Aug 23, 2010 in Spellbound | 3 comments

Hope is the Thing With Feathers

I love poetry. In school dissecting a poem to reveal its true meaning was actually fun for me…Today when I read poetry I focus more on the feeling it evokes within and what the words mean to me, rather than what the author meant when it was written. I think on one day a poem can have one meaning to you and on another something completely different depending on where you are in your life. They also have that way-much like songs do of transporting you (or reminding oneself) of another time in life-especially if it was a poem that had a particularly strong effect. I also enjoy learning what poems (or pieces of literature) other people enjoy. I think it speaks volumes about them (pun-totally intended). In the spirit of that “Save the Words” post I did a few days ago, I thought it would be fun to share (on occasion) my favorite poems. I would love to hear what you have to say about this poem, what it means to you etc. If you appreciate poetry or even write a bit of it on occasion, please share your favorite poems by other authors or yourself in the comment section (linking up to your own posts is very welcome). Lets share!

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops-at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Hope is the Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson

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Sky Sparkling – Haiku #6

Posted by on Aug 14, 2010 in Spellbound | 2 comments

Sky Sparkling – Haiku #6

Sun-kissed sky sparkling
Ocean blue beckoning me
Hot sand keeps me bound.

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Sweetest Dreams -Haiku #5

Posted by on Aug 12, 2010 in Spellbound, Writing | 4 comments

Sweetest Dreams -Haiku #5

Sleeping baby
Puckered lips sweet bliss
Angel kiss upon your lids
Sleeping boys are nice

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