I’m going to have to get organized for the beginning of the school year for the children. So I might have to change hats here for a while, and I might not be as regular of a blogger, however, I am busy, making new perfumes Always the Muses speak in my ear!
The Greek Muses
“No Muse-poet grows conscious of the Muse except by experience of a woman in whom the Goddess is to some degree resident; just as no Apollonian poet can perform his proper function unless he lives under a monarchy or a quasi-monarchy. A Muse-poet falls in love, absolutely, and his true love is for him the embodiment of the Muse…But the real, perpetually obsessed Muse-poet distinguishes between the Goddess as manifest in the supreme power, glory, wisdom, and love of woman, and the individual woman whom the Goddess may make her instrument…The Goddess abides; and perhaps he will again have knowledge of her through his experience of another woman…”
Love starts out slow, like the planting of a seed.
you must nurture and care,
for without Love will die.
Love must be given and received freely,
or it will not grow.
little by little Love gets stronger,
and soon can weather anything.
till the end, when you reap the fruits of what you plant.
then Love gives back.
something more precious to you than you began with.
Love stays with you forever.
Almost as if a whisper,
the rain trickles down slowly.
I know not from where it comes but steadily it falls.
The sky with it’s ashen grey makes my heart weep.
It seems to go on forever with no end in sight.
The Rain comes down drop by drop.
The heavens crying out for the earth.
Crying for us.
I feel the sorrow that presses down upon me oppressively.
I cannot bear it.