Tuesday, July 12, 2011
How shall I hold on to my soul, so that
it does not touch yours? How shall I lift
it gently up over you on to other things?
I would so very much like to tuck it away
among long lost objects in the dark
in some quiet unknown place, somewhere
which remains motionless when your depths resound.
And yet everything which touches us, you and me,
takes us together like a single bow,
drawing out from two strings but one voice.
On which instrument are we strung?
And which violinist holds us in the hand?
O sweetest of songs.
Rainer Maria RilkeNew Poems: c. 1907
Posted by morgan at 10:43 AM
Saturday, February 12, 2011
I noticed that in New York, it seems the most beautiful when you aren't looking for it, when you're not going somewhere, or trying to find a certain place, or hail a cab, or grab a burger. It was when I had time to kill and just spent it wandering around, along the Hudson River, or in the cab on the way to the airport, just saying goodbye to the city.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
I appreciate living here, and I am grateful for Charleston, and how hard it tries to make me happy. There are still nights when I dream of bonfires and mountain bliss. Could I combine a little mountain town with Savannah, GA, and maybe a little of Charleston? I sit awake at night listening to Iron&Wine and can almost hear some semi-rural farm calling to me. Am I dreaming? I can see the sprawling acres, feel the summer heat slapping my face, galloping on horseback across the fields. The slow descent of the setting sun mixed with the smell of hay and barn dirt and the relief of a glass of water after a hard day of work. I could lose myself in it.
Posted by morgan at 9:36 PM
Monday, January 24, 2011
This was my second beach day of this beautiful week in January. The first day was rather cold, but the second, as shown, was warm enough for wading through the water wearing rolled up jeans and a tank top. Darcy found a shell for his "hat," and Sabrina leapt through the water as though she'd never see the ocean again. William and I found a quiet place on the other side of the rocks from where we usually frequent on Sullivan's, and we plan to make it our new home for setting up chairs and reading books with the dogs (if we ever buy chairs). We saw dolphins closer than we've ever seen them before at the beach, which always gives me such a feeling of both excitement and utter peacefulness. I'm wise enough now to know how lucky I am to have days like this, and I'm determined not to take them for granted.
Posted by morgan at 12:28 PM
Friday, January 21, 2011
We had the loveliest day.
Posted by morgan at 12:32 AM