tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55550801378080614082024-03-12T20:50:24.415-04:00MargaretPANPipesMargaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.comBlogger228125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-78122868615620273162012-08-11T00:10:00.001-04:002012-08-11T00:30:05.730-04:00the Lone Coyote<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>The coyote runs,
The same one who howled last night;
Is a friend in sight?
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HAIKU MY HEART
Haiku My Heart is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon". If you would like to participate, just post your Haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to:
recuerda mi corazonMargaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-85819226954718079952012-08-01T20:20:00.002-04:002012-08-05T13:56:51.668-04:00Honu, a Turtle Tale<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>~Photo by Byron Kay<i></i></i>
Honu pulled himself from the sea and wriggled through the warm sands.
As he climbed up the beach, he ran into a friendly human who said, "Aloha!" and offered him a generous array of the island's designated greeting beverage, the Mai Tai, in its different forms.
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<i>~Photo by Hawaiian Oasis B&B</i>
Honu tried one and fell in love with it. He decreed the Mai Tai to be the premier cocktail to greet all guests to Hawaii. The tradition henceforth would be to present the cocktail, saying "E komo mai" (welcome).
Basic Mai Tai Recipe
- 1 oz Dark Rum
- 1 oz Light Rum
- 1 1/2 oz Triple Sec
- 1/2 oz Orange Juice
- 1 oz Pineapple Juice
- Splash Grenadine
Put all Mai Tai ingredients into a shaker with plenty of ice and shake briskly. Pour the cocktail drink into a tall glass. If you wish, you can garnish with cherries or orange slices.
<i>~by Danielle Capps<i></i></i>
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Honu then was destined to meet the island's spiritual leader. They each felt a deep rapport for one another. She gave Hona the following mantra to chant at night:
"Eia no ka makuahine. No lailia, ua hanau ka po."
Essentially, Uranus is the night sky (chaos), and Earth (Gaia) represents day time (order).
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<i>Photo by Jessica Wilson</i>
The lush foliage, especially the delicately-scented ginger shown here, represents new life and the garb of luxuriant leis to be worn at weddings.
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Honu asked the conch blower to blow firmly and emphatically to each of the four directions: North, a time of contemplation and rest; East, the time to wake up and enjoy spring; South, summertime and abundance; and West, time to harvest in autumn.
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<i>~Illustration from The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks</i>
The baby turtles are part of the cycle of life, too. They instinctively know they need to reach the ocean.
<b>Mahalo, Honu, for your example of honoring the earth and sea, turtle-kind and mankind. Ho'oponopono.</b>Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-73270499211921779352012-07-16T00:05:00.000-04:002012-08-11T00:14:08.364-04:00the glory that was Greece and the grandeur that was Rome - discovered in Charleston, SC<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Spending a week in Charleston, SC, gave me a glimpse into the treasure troves emulating European art and beauty, in turn antecedents to the antiquities borrowed from the ancient Romans and Greeks.
The Aiken-Rhett house borrowed the Italianate idea of greeting guests on one’s piazza. It provides a music room with a square grand piano and a harp. One’s sensibility could also be piqued by the Art Gallery: objet’s d’art bought in Europe. This female sculpture is a Renaissance figure of the young, sensuous Mary Magdalene, her hand on a Bible.
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Another Italian Renaissance man, Galileo, brought the astronomy of the spherical/elliptical galaxies into mainstream architecture. The Nathaniel Russell House, built in 1808, sports this elliptical three-story galaxy-staircase.
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Although we think of stained glass as the discovery of Tiffany in New York, it actually appeared first in ancient Egypt, Rome, and Greece. The Wentworth Mansion with its elegant stained glass windows throughout exemplifies the glamour of the Gilded Age.
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This unmarked gothic cathedral could have been Notre Dame de Paris herself, but actually the closest church in Charleston to which I could compare it was the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist in the historic district. Charleston holds a plethora of houses of worship, from the French Huguenot to the Scottish Presbyterian to the Gullah spiritual.
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The gardens of Charleston are small yet intricate. There is often a little statue representing water. I remember seeing Poseidon carrying his trident. This photo shows a young boy being carried through the water on the back of a young girl. The photo that follows is a close-up of the fountain.
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This young muscular Atlas carries the world on his shoulders.
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And sweeps of trained foliage everywhere!Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-39286513945686221092011-12-18T22:55:00.009-05:002012-08-11T00:14:08.362-04:00haiku my heart with faith, wisdom, and new birth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWBOK96oIAOqFC7trxx2bn1F6F1jnuFF9Cu4Nu9P9ag75-R57vAHqsKgLB0yDHYEHdyo_WzAIHT46t3xZaNt_fkBwWHQcZGIJ5T94uiKJ30lUJH7AzprfSjwFEjqUC7iKd_Il7L9RM04Et/s1600/ArchangelGabriel60JS142.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWBOK96oIAOqFC7trxx2bn1F6F1jnuFF9Cu4Nu9P9ag75-R57vAHqsKgLB0yDHYEHdyo_WzAIHT46t3xZaNt_fkBwWHQcZGIJ5T94uiKJ30lUJH7AzprfSjwFEjqUC7iKd_Il7L9RM04Et/s400/ArchangelGabriel60JS142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687684684386714770" /></a><br /><em><strong>Gabriel brings faith,</strong></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7nSaLSgV_AnaFinwt2-5tQQXU4DbM8wLlo-fzMzidE_xPd6J3CX3u8GIHrH9vuaK_yytTyl8kUHwGHKYMPSO6gx8Qc8fp-IcU_K5sC_T8BFfGzQt1_odyqgX9vt-z9DxraFcd8du-zLk/s1600/magi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7nSaLSgV_AnaFinwt2-5tQQXU4DbM8wLlo-fzMzidE_xPd6J3CX3u8GIHrH9vuaK_yytTyl8kUHwGHKYMPSO6gx8Qc8fp-IcU_K5sC_T8BFfGzQt1_odyqgX9vt-z9DxraFcd8du-zLk/s400/magi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687685740439582178" /></a><br /><em><strong>The Magi ancient wisdom--</strong></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOCTj3J0N7sMGXYN2ww3we3BEwmkP22jxDzN3IyO6PRro58HPC8WZLTXEGgYD-RTgsjiIds4D_irolwmOUagE5z9c0-uyjtHOGqy6oV2Tp040FXXxYLX3F4oM8A6KzFKpq8bK95DRqda85/s1600/Copy+of+DSC05455.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOCTj3J0N7sMGXYN2ww3we3BEwmkP22jxDzN3IyO6PRro58HPC8WZLTXEGgYD-RTgsjiIds4D_irolwmOUagE5z9c0-uyjtHOGqy6oV2Tp040FXXxYLX3F4oM8A6KzFKpq8bK95DRqda85/s400/Copy+of+DSC05455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687687570860350962" /></a><br /><em><strong>Miracle of birth.</strong></em><br /><br />The birth of my first grandchild to my son and his wife this week revealed how truly miraculous new life is and how how the grace of angels and spiritual savants are there to guide us in their many forms. Be still and listen... <br /><br /><em>Haiku my heart </em> is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/">recuerda mi corazon</a>.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-49320912898201273072011-12-08T21:41:00.008-05:002011-12-08T22:01:22.318-05:00Mary--the trusting heart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelY-oqiSp0sVW8JGV6KyF35nYbaEfCFJPihaLvbY_MY8InUb8zu_YlzpIR0BokVFwJf8jYwO-65EI_EdtO8c4iHFGHxeZdVDOPmnwFUu-Ez4HzHn4UPBoh2vSN1rg3HutKCrvIFWlXY0s/s1600/DSC05435.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelY-oqiSp0sVW8JGV6KyF35nYbaEfCFJPihaLvbY_MY8InUb8zu_YlzpIR0BokVFwJf8jYwO-65EI_EdtO8c4iHFGHxeZdVDOPmnwFUu-Ez4HzHn4UPBoh2vSN1rg3HutKCrvIFWlXY0s/s400/DSC05435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683953516060923618" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong>The star led Mary</strong></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-61ZpNNz-DxGM2S7j8A1Tgh534TVW9pKaA96Q4pospAwGt5voSAHtB5CVQwlnpKxExajXQ44XQm92JR1ULtT2rwgTv_NMMb0xxVOMwvEgLa5VHehpPnjvmMXxZc4qCmvZQGp1eY65i1r/s1600/marianne+stokes+motherandchild.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-61ZpNNz-DxGM2S7j8A1Tgh534TVW9pKaA96Q4pospAwGt5voSAHtB5CVQwlnpKxExajXQ44XQm92JR1ULtT2rwgTv_NMMb0xxVOMwvEgLa5VHehpPnjvmMXxZc4qCmvZQGp1eY65i1r/s400/marianne+stokes+motherandchild.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683954306789279442" /></a><br /><em>~Artwork by Marianne Stokes</em><br /><br /><em><strong>To a place of hope and joy--</strong></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjpmH9asK3jiit1T6f-pRNLT2mUWDemG-DY-fFRBpoUpFpE_4yeqjxIXb-6fuOKLnqihyphenhyphenOOsRfAXsZi7gP0vmZIL2kFhoG6PYtg86Ft86KgkR4tdM6VeL7pL0FuFE9Kws0sWz4av-MvwIh/s1600/Copy+of+DSC05428.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjpmH9asK3jiit1T6f-pRNLT2mUWDemG-DY-fFRBpoUpFpE_4yeqjxIXb-6fuOKLnqihyphenhyphenOOsRfAXsZi7gP0vmZIL2kFhoG6PYtg86Ft86KgkR4tdM6VeL7pL0FuFE9Kws0sWz4av-MvwIh/s400/Copy+of+DSC05428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683955104469579442" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong>Evergreen renews.</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><em>Haiku my heart </em> is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/">recuerda mi corazon</a>.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-90548422825231021902011-11-28T21:21:00.006-05:002012-10-16T10:59:28.010-04:001Q84 is here!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFyiMJqFOzO_5ZKItIii6JmcPtyS5IPb0wmIPc2F0F6NjcXG-jUSvKx7XsAmgd5KI2rnETXkGiRmeu-3AIBNlU6NJO4s48HgerYRs-koiq-vZKMnAcjxDRuNdKcLKQAWKia_uct-nRvvq/s1600/1Q84_jacket.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680241271863360642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFyiMJqFOzO_5ZKItIii6JmcPtyS5IPb0wmIPc2F0F6NjcXG-jUSvKx7XsAmgd5KI2rnETXkGiRmeu-3AIBNlU6NJO4s48HgerYRs-koiq-vZKMnAcjxDRuNdKcLKQAWKia_uct-nRvvq/s400/1Q84_jacket.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmqRvFMS1yPQIP73JNvECtfpFwDSbUiGWqi4ZAJCzN2cmVF-NXcwSqGa_fqXpqeH7mcjJNy-MPdCDxYvbGAFeYB_L8JMTqqxJM8YJyk7KxdrtgPZN4hEY5IgkideAfu4IKJeGL4Nfbv3b/s1600/murakami.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680237678997769170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmqRvFMS1yPQIP73JNvECtfpFwDSbUiGWqi4ZAJCzN2cmVF-NXcwSqGa_fqXpqeH7mcjJNy-MPdCDxYvbGAFeYB_L8JMTqqxJM8YJyk7KxdrtgPZN4hEY5IgkideAfu4IKJeGL4Nfbv3b/s400/murakami.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><br />My first introduction to Haruki Murakami (above) was at the bookstore, passing by his novel <strong>After Dark</strong>, spying a beautiful, sleeping Japanese girl on the cover. Remembering how sensuous and lush <strong>Memoirs of a Geisha </strong>was, I was interested in perusing this seemingly exotic and mysterious novel. <strong>After Dark </strong>turned out to be an excellent choice but of a different nature. Murakami's science fiction, dystopian novels evoke ancient myths, mystical connections, and cosmic disharmony. He leads us in very different directions only to reveal unity and order in his denouements.<br /><br /><br /><strong>1Q84</strong>, Murakami's anxiously-awaited 925-page tome, has finally appeared! I avidly turned the pages to find his signature quirky characters and alternative realities: he does not disappoint. The world quietly changes: time warps; two moons cross the night sky. Here are his apathetic protagonists ready to reveal an explanatory subcontext of some prior life-deflating experience. Deadpan Fuki-Era has just emerged from a commune in which she fed a blind goat who hatched evil Little People from its mouth. Manslayer Aomame is aloof even when killing or maiming men; is she avenging her abused friend? Detached Tengo becomes emotionally connected to these two women as he is caught in their webs.<br /><br />This device of bored people in humdrum existences evokes the existential writers, Camus, Sartre, Beckett. Were their characters lacking in feeling or meaning? Were they able to connect on some level? There are studies of autistic people who seemingly don't respond to others' emotions (empathize), but upon psychological analysis very deep and real reactions to others became apparent. Their feelings were expressed differently, and their resonsiveness to the feelings of others was hidden. <strong>The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time </strong>by Mark Haddon is a great window into this particular world. An autistic child creatively solves the crime through reason and empathy with the other characters.<br /><br /><strong>1Q84 </strong>is a dystopian novel reminiscent of Orwell's <strong>1984</strong>. The citizens are not allowed to think for themselves, and Big Brother is always watching to make sure they don't. As Murakami says in <strong>1Q84</strong>: "They are making mindless robots. They take the circuits out of people's brains that make it possible for them to think for themselves. Their world is like the one that George Orwell depicted in his novel."<br /><br /><div>Often expressing ideas through dichotomies, perhaps Murakami is addressing the state of our culture vis-a-vis the year 1Q84.</div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZ_Gl5i5GNp4lRPo0_A-DqLQxBiFdx50Hvam4u-1e_zfIuw7JTjCGJbgp6uJ_zX8yyLj3MzmkSx_z2Pj_QiBsE4sigFRQCMNup6Elxlza0MXJzZCE_9Lw2dOJyrO47SUFJ3g5msjJiDyu/s1600/afterdark3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680253431387847442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZ_Gl5i5GNp4lRPo0_A-DqLQxBiFdx50Hvam4u-1e_zfIuw7JTjCGJbgp6uJ_zX8yyLj3MzmkSx_z2Pj_QiBsE4sigFRQCMNup6Elxlza0MXJzZCE_9Lw2dOJyrO47SUFJ3g5msjJiDyu/s400/afterdark3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />As I mentioned earlier, the first dystopian novel I read by the avant-garde Japanese novelist Haruki Murakami was <strong>After Dark</strong>. It begins with the mythological tale of sibling rivalry between two sisters; jealousy is not evoked, but the hurtful point of view of the parents creates a diasma between the two. The plain-but-smart sister is drawn into a love hotel named "Alphaville" to help translate Chinese into Japanese.<br /><br />In naming the hotel "Alphaville," Murakami gives us our first glimpse into Murakami's world of irony and subtle wit. Alphaville was Voltaire's invention for an alien planet in <em>Micromegas</em> and the subsequent Godard film which created a social dystopia (opposite of utopia): a tyrannical, absolute rule something like life in Berlin before the Wall came down.<br /><br />The contrasts in this novel between good and evil, beautiful and plain, night and day, etc., show us life in its duality; we begin to reason in polarities, and a discerning way of thinking emerges.<br /><br /><strong>After Dark</strong> is a mystery that culminates in the transformation of character and the expansion of our own wisdom.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4_Thfju0m7HizuJVghTOL-p44-CaruZ73-xcBBHahCNGitceM8o1S_hWVIYtJLhpOd2CRduO8zTBYh2I3HC3UjVPAzAU9JAoru-DWCMVsTgpwc465DLfDyOCb0lSJhsw2mgmd6Pt-R1mM/s1600/kafka2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4_Thfju0m7HizuJVghTOL-p44-CaruZ73-xcBBHahCNGitceM8o1S_hWVIYtJLhpOd2CRduO8zTBYh2I3HC3UjVPAzAU9JAoru-DWCMVsTgpwc465DLfDyOCb0lSJhsw2mgmd6Pt-R1mM/s400/kafka2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680262452567789730" /></a><br /><br /><br />I next read <strong>Kafka on the Shore</strong>: some of Murakami's broader strokes were becoming familiar to me. The protagonist and antagonist first contrast and then mesh in a mystery which keeps one turning the pages. This novel involves the other-worldly spirit of a Japanese curator who collected tanka poetry (nod to his home). Murasaki--who spent some of his early adult years delving into a huge range of literature and music--draws on them richly to create connections and understanding. There is a man who can communicate with cats in their own language. Kafka can literally walk into a village from a prior time. The science fiction really works more as imagery or symbolism: this is a world we can somehow accept.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-75439892596963235912011-11-26T23:38:00.002-05:002011-11-26T23:45:15.024-05:00To all my friends in the blogosphere communityVirginia Woolf once said that “in order to write, a woman should have 5,000 euros per year and a room with a lock on the door.” Does this still ring true today? I wonder! For varied reasons, the actual and metaphorical space for writing my blog has eluded me for some time. I sincerely apologize for the lapse in postings. While my intention is to post weekly, sometimes life has plans of its own. Yet, my pen calls me back, reminding me to share my voice and perspective with kindred spirits.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7EGNydG1qWQbMYYzP01gR1L7OERgJfSKyLqctclCMMJqk60A2IQxn468Uig7dk4TynyHgT9xA5upfJ3-MRFh5lshfWgZpbkrCRdlNMvXtsax0pWe3QfgdZc1gtsEu4wEog6onsw0uVFW5/s1600/Virginia+Woolf%2527s+writer%2527s+cottage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7EGNydG1qWQbMYYzP01gR1L7OERgJfSKyLqctclCMMJqk60A2IQxn468Uig7dk4TynyHgT9xA5upfJ3-MRFh5lshfWgZpbkrCRdlNMvXtsax0pWe3QfgdZc1gtsEu4wEog6onsw0uVFW5/s400/Virginia+Woolf%2527s+writer%2527s+cottage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679531456909284050" border="0" /></a><br />~from Writers’ Houses by Francesca Premoli-Droulers~<br /></div><br />So, I have returned from a time-out, eager to share with you books, music, and photographs I am enjoying, as well as haiku that speak to me: those I have penned myself and those others have written, particularly in our haiku circle, “recuerdo mi corazon” or haiku my heart.”<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOptpgg41JWabJnSz5ckZgrmk_2QXoXqEicd0bG73JAxYixk-mIn25FORAyo7ulCHLPbn0syGi3MVYSGjNwybCf-_3FBnzbcIqMg4BqScuADsgyeeymyPPGtZx0-slQy6yyYZJ-mrt3Ulm/s1600/haiku+my+heart+logo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 153px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOptpgg41JWabJnSz5ckZgrmk_2QXoXqEicd0bG73JAxYixk-mIn25FORAyo7ulCHLPbn0syGi3MVYSGjNwybCf-_3FBnzbcIqMg4BqScuADsgyeeymyPPGtZx0-slQy6yyYZJ-mrt3Ulm/s400/haiku+my+heart+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679531846612538802" border="0" /></a><br />~haiku my heart-<br /></div><br />In this spirit, I have decided to mate my two existing blogs—http://margaretpanpipes.blogspot.com and http://whattheowltoldme.blogspot.com--to see what can be born if I bring together a mix of soul nourishing and sometimes provocative media: a mix that touches, mirrors, and at times transforms me. Perhaps you will find something here that speaks to you, or maybe you have something to share with us. One follower has called my blog her “literary getaway.”<br /><br />If you have been a follower of one or both of my blogs, I thank you. I invite you to delve with me in this newly endeavor. In the spirit of “haiku my heart,” I invite you to engage our supportive community. Together, may we grow and enjoy la vie de toutes les couleurs!Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-48871517173244062912011-09-09T21:12:00.007-04:002011-09-09T21:29:26.812-04:00haiku my heart - source of renewal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7iwRON0wKbZvx7SwFMrWDLiXI4uL0FUeNaM-4PjiQCVuHqnWoGhQV_Gaj3_6AaoziV_EMqsNZgUM1DQKju-RzkHdKzrI1D3EYLuXFQHMfCF80bY0e5uNxcwLlQu3pMX8AgCSnbSPw_9P/s1600/Copy+of+DSC05089.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:500px; height: 478px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7iwRON0wKbZvx7SwFMrWDLiXI4uL0FUeNaM-4PjiQCVuHqnWoGhQV_Gaj3_6AaoziV_EMqsNZgUM1DQKju-RzkHdKzrI1D3EYLuXFQHMfCF80bY0e5uNxcwLlQu3pMX8AgCSnbSPw_9P/s400/Copy+of+DSC05089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650533816869552050" /></a><br /><em><strong>Day of the Dead shrine~</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiLX-lMpIJs-QlFvQkF6HH-oW0iOWbG1gCFtpHaaMhH43j8Wg9FsyfmKMRUY2Dag1cgKkFtOkvu07pkqsQ-2Q8SSCLvLatgPd7gfLktF8gLrDGjwBjPeOkDPiwPfKh3XCVNKwD8dnqUlZ-/s1600/Copy+of+DSC05106.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiLX-lMpIJs-QlFvQkF6HH-oW0iOWbG1gCFtpHaaMhH43j8Wg9FsyfmKMRUY2Dag1cgKkFtOkvu07pkqsQ-2Q8SSCLvLatgPd7gfLktF8gLrDGjwBjPeOkDPiwPfKh3XCVNKwD8dnqUlZ-/s400/Copy+of+DSC05106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650533610017773282" /></a><br /><em><strong>Fallen tree bows to young cubs.</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-EaY6a-lj1y5XZB1KkClJ18d7tFv4gWeqee_RD50ncBDZW2yZmv5jwnPtnuuIbeHGpFuMLsnHjWZkj5s8njtJYpcEkepfuQIpQXZsRsopCR6l3iDO9zivHXh3t0Iravd2tU_TL4xMKwG/s1600/DSC05102.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-EaY6a-lj1y5XZB1KkClJ18d7tFv4gWeqee_RD50ncBDZW2yZmv5jwnPtnuuIbeHGpFuMLsnHjWZkj5s8njtJYpcEkepfuQIpQXZsRsopCR6l3iDO9zivHXh3t0Iravd2tU_TL4xMKwG/s400/DSC05102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650533382103335858" /></a><br /><em><strong>Source of renewal~</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><em>"Fallen tree bows to young cubs" is my photo of the illustration "Follow the Leader" by Philip R. Goodwin.</em><br /><br /><br /><em>Haiku my heart </em> is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/">recuerda mi corazon</a>.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-29079690986382695092011-09-02T15:10:00.007-04:002011-09-02T15:21:15.123-04:00haiku my heart ~ eve of destruction<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1fUvTaoUbXOtZXQWKqoUNgKcv-DucfKnHN3ywj1ydrTVafKYaJE6lkqIHAk4TLslU3hH7V0QCGmzyA78uQ6wGC-Usr0Vxafj9evaUyrSItsobV18LIvI8PSQM5Oeyxj4XdH_e_jX6gN7/s1600/Copy+of+DSC05028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 500px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1fUvTaoUbXOtZXQWKqoUNgKcv-DucfKnHN3ywj1ydrTVafKYaJE6lkqIHAk4TLslU3hH7V0QCGmzyA78uQ6wGC-Usr0Vxafj9evaUyrSItsobV18LIvI8PSQM5Oeyxj4XdH_e_jX6gN7/s400/Copy+of+DSC05028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647842675688023170" /></a>
<br /><em><strong>Blue sky and koi pond</strong></em>
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<br /><em><strong>Change to gold chrysanthemums--</strong></em>
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<br /><em><strong>Eve of destruction~</strong></em>
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<br /><em>Haiku my heart </em> is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/">recuerda mi corazon</a>.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-69958668529970225912011-08-18T23:50:00.016-04:002011-08-19T00:49:38.101-04:00haiku my heart - ebb and flow<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXxv5EkIJ0Z23EfmHTDQAyM6o6Lm7vU2_NblcLYGNLYpjcPN2s96XdhaMQWYVUS33S8qzJ6knqLRdSzS22nVONS2MY0H0TcGx1jA73wi-sk9A_zhU4y3GiLFhWMpTEq30qwFKy2XWQOpOj/s1600/Copy+%25282%2529+of+IMG_0115.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 498px; height: 500px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXxv5EkIJ0Z23EfmHTDQAyM6o6Lm7vU2_NblcLYGNLYpjcPN2s96XdhaMQWYVUS33S8qzJ6knqLRdSzS22nVONS2MY0H0TcGx1jA73wi-sk9A_zhU4y3GiLFhWMpTEq30qwFKy2XWQOpOj/s400/Copy+%25282%2529+of+IMG_0115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642420083243841986" /></a>
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<br /><em><strong>Ebb tide quiets life</strong></em>
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<br /><em><strong>Only to send it flowing</strong></em>
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<br /><em><strong>Back, fish in the net.</strong></em>
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<br /><em>Haiku my heart </em> is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/">recuerda mi corazon</a>.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-74780700190313084822011-08-11T23:26:00.005-04:002011-08-11T23:39:32.450-04:00haiku my heart - five-petal blue rose<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC9Ioj7gFss9d-CV2wTx75fdb5ZDibV-ncefC8ghZk4OL9ynTtkt3VItw_Mm6jUbYEx01-e9px28RqNpcfiII7Ud55fOnjZTLEnWBbu95mHMth9m7wkez03u7rpHsht0_WAJzixgmDCRQg/s1600/Copy+of+DSC04999.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 438px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC9Ioj7gFss9d-CV2wTx75fdb5ZDibV-ncefC8ghZk4OL9ynTtkt3VItw_Mm6jUbYEx01-e9px28RqNpcfiII7Ud55fOnjZTLEnWBbu95mHMth9m7wkez03u7rpHsht0_WAJzixgmDCRQg/s400/Copy+of+DSC04999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639808828795364418" /></a>
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<br /><em><strong>The cosmic circle,
<br />Mary's sacred space,
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<br /><em>Haiku my heart </em> is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/">recuerda mi corazon</a>.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-11808940503599912002011-07-29T22:02:00.010-04:002011-07-29T22:16:34.209-04:00haiku my heart - Treasure!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNuBRQPAmv6u7xSg3A4A9J4EMOv6XGfwS9qhXaUg0kZAehRA6kuXSO4M_5o6Y2T_117pmgHg4YvOFcFnNpqgOWaE1LneaS6tjwjdsvDx0Q8WDdl9gBZQWdK3iyufuYWFbiTDdYvYFB4jf/s1600/Copy+of+DSC04940.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNuBRQPAmv6u7xSg3A4A9J4EMOv6XGfwS9qhXaUg0kZAehRA6kuXSO4M_5o6Y2T_117pmgHg4YvOFcFnNpqgOWaE1LneaS6tjwjdsvDx0Q8WDdl9gBZQWdK3iyufuYWFbiTDdYvYFB4jf/s400/Copy+of+DSC04940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634962023188506082" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong>The shimmering path</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8R7GqyIuWsCCFmEABu-ZmGeoRLAvB6DpMk2By1RRGJxpioR66EXHLJjuj-y1P4kHrVIHzyXZxONtnWCBt5cyzPbgNZfneMxI8PglvyarJs-n8RtkSl_Rdgp87Gtv_CXcLrl-Rn9FZj8RM/s1600/Copy+of+DSC04935.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 348px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8R7GqyIuWsCCFmEABu-ZmGeoRLAvB6DpMk2By1RRGJxpioR66EXHLJjuj-y1P4kHrVIHzyXZxONtnWCBt5cyzPbgNZfneMxI8PglvyarJs-n8RtkSl_Rdgp87Gtv_CXcLrl-Rn9FZj8RM/s400/Copy+of+DSC04935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634961158833469986" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong>Beckons to find a treasure--</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLyUsOHv6Y9g3zIKIVxHb_w0uqYJhVnKIencnjSeBcNOjei9GIJgeZTxlEbKyBf2KiPUB8lKO0L-E_fRWoCQb0J0ZPXHYPY4n6HT1ixoRfR6bGJj3NTaLVyP7KezxrjzR_pWQBx3zqzbNy/s1600/Copy+of+Aliceflower.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 402px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLyUsOHv6Y9g3zIKIVxHb_w0uqYJhVnKIencnjSeBcNOjei9GIJgeZTxlEbKyBf2KiPUB8lKO0L-E_fRWoCQb0J0ZPXHYPY4n6HT1ixoRfR6bGJj3NTaLVyP7KezxrjzR_pWQBx3zqzbNy/s400/Copy+of+Aliceflower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634960555456385506" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong>Columbine whimsy!</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><em>photo of Californian columbine taken by Jessica Wilson</em><br /><br /><br /><em>Haiku my heart </em> is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/">recuerda mi corazon</a>.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-51992332150051452692011-07-22T12:53:00.004-04:002011-07-22T13:00:57.010-04:00haiku my heart<OBJECT id=BLOG_video-ac8f8451dcc2cf5a class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="ac8f8451dcc2cf5a"></OBJECT><br /><br /><em><strong>"God was a rabbit"<br />Whose voice spoke in a subtext--<br />My earthly empath.</strong></em><br /><br />The first line is the title of the novel <em>When God Was a Rabbit</em> by Sarah Winman.) <br /><br /><em>Haiku my heart </em> is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/">recuerda mi corazon</a>.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-21565223767505908512011-07-08T14:39:00.007-04:002011-07-08T15:10:28.134-04:00haiku my heart - dance as theater<iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cXpFD7gi8R0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />(Please turn off Carla Bruni before playing this--thanks and sorry.)<br /><br /><em><strong>Pina dances love,<br />Joy, freedom, struggle, desire<br />On the stage of life.</strong></em><br /><br />The documentary <em>Pina</em> by Wim Winder is a tribute to Pina Bausch, the avant-garde German choreographer whose philosophy was: "Dance, dance; otherwise we have lost."<br /><br /><br /><em>Haiku my heart </em> is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/">recuerda mi corazon</a>.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-80581712229761371842011-07-07T00:42:00.007-04:002011-07-07T01:08:40.401-04:00Share the JOY! ~ dolphins in the wild<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBwdd7q0D9LQfje6XUrBhnNi_K9eST0nylFCdE_b0_E0lhvmIDQPFoThNq2GBwlobDPl_TtyMKPWtTbkvWRicRvrQkoid2zutSlM5LQP2tN6mZmuJblYmc1hjrdfL6UFkJOrJ0jutXZgsW/s1600/dolphinsbo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBwdd7q0D9LQfje6XUrBhnNi_K9eST0nylFCdE_b0_E0lhvmIDQPFoThNq2GBwlobDPl_TtyMKPWtTbkvWRicRvrQkoid2zutSlM5LQP2tN6mZmuJblYmc1hjrdfL6UFkJOrJ0jutXZgsW/s400/dolphinsbo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626466382685394418" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSkZsTLRs427GSDwrLQ1hraKwbbYAoy28LmEdmIaMdb_95Zalae6HDArMEtoaoXRkUppQWvTPzvfZVseYVD0zp5LeEbvaRRRuvCVRnwVcYpnjvL2sWhS-V7wWIh4iJfKKleARcx5YWLJgT/s1600/dolphinsbo2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSkZsTLRs427GSDwrLQ1hraKwbbYAoy28LmEdmIaMdb_95Zalae6HDArMEtoaoXRkUppQWvTPzvfZVseYVD0zp5LeEbvaRRRuvCVRnwVcYpnjvL2sWhS-V7wWIh4iJfKKleARcx5YWLJgT/s400/dolphinsbo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626466579788394562" /></a><br /><br />What joy to see dolphins in the wild! They get to travel in their pod social circle, baby in tow. They get to stay mostly underwater as opposed to surfacing all the time to perform tricks. They can glide just beneath the ocean's surface to enjoy the warmth of the sun. They speak in birdlike chirps which sound like happy squeals to us though they most likely are echolocation checks. They are cordial to all humans, especially the ones who make the effort to dive down to greet them. <br /><br />Underwater photographer Bo Pardau caught the beauty of the wild dolphin's world in these photos taken in Hawaii and shown here with his permission to share the Joy!<br /><br /><br />Share the Joy Thursday is the inspiraton of Meri at Meri's Musings. To share your joy, please visit her at http://meriak.blogspot.com.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-55616006695261468132011-07-01T21:18:00.009-04:002011-07-01T21:31:10.682-04:00haiku my heart - freedom of the soul<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2pVkpHbJzHd_0Ih7iGYBojlDCp3PsODyxbVfUGusbroVITMYFvvTFbsT7dUB1QqK2kNdQyiOAXgS3cP13sb0NBYhOpKhEDhm7E0bf4lZpN_-DPRgvxpfWpAtHg6TtVTPBuM6ZtaYTrk1w/s1600/DSC04856.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2pVkpHbJzHd_0Ih7iGYBojlDCp3PsODyxbVfUGusbroVITMYFvvTFbsT7dUB1QqK2kNdQyiOAXgS3cP13sb0NBYhOpKhEDhm7E0bf4lZpN_-DPRgvxpfWpAtHg6TtVTPBuM6ZtaYTrk1w/s400/DSC04856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624558693558147458" /></a><br /><em><strong>Mountain laurel sings</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKciAYZZ4yJEKZMhMhsmnxjuwjClC_qkk9zc0neV_nRXbcLdzBh8HDgEwx-BQbltQsciUMf3J502_Wt97o-R5RLuVdRh8qoXSyboWGd0VcpjRkLuAYEyQ4XEyOYYXv8doMlophk6RHm2XT/s1600/DSC04890.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKciAYZZ4yJEKZMhMhsmnxjuwjClC_qkk9zc0neV_nRXbcLdzBh8HDgEwx-BQbltQsciUMf3J502_Wt97o-R5RLuVdRh8qoXSyboWGd0VcpjRkLuAYEyQ4XEyOYYXv8doMlophk6RHm2XT/s400/DSC04890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624559232603288562" /></a><br /><em><strong>Of the coolness amid trees--</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkX88QYOKMtiCCA7IslqoxhOkQCe_b-6IovXPbnoZd5mHk3FShflPwZHQ3nrc94WWlef9Zx6u98XErojk-R0G07vIxsNzpE76QkXrPizG3_sUJ3-IUn6HgSj6WVvrAasbxV0uYYaPHXJAL/s1600/DSC04891.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkX88QYOKMtiCCA7IslqoxhOkQCe_b-6IovXPbnoZd5mHk3FShflPwZHQ3nrc94WWlef9Zx6u98XErojk-R0G07vIxsNzpE76QkXrPizG3_sUJ3-IUn6HgSj6WVvrAasbxV0uYYaPHXJAL/s400/DSC04891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624560044778311026" /></a><br /><em><strong>When was life freer?</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><em>Haiku my heart </em> is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/">recuerda mi corazon</a>.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-81001581347624539402011-06-29T23:19:00.014-04:002011-06-30T00:02:18.190-04:00Share the JOY Thursday!<em><strong>JOY is . . .</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><strong>. . . little fairy princess cowgirls and their ponies!</strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzRihl7X-UwDdufHd9BeGpMBRDVnOj7doKHPPzbAcGNvFALAj7T7wmnZmLSLfOO5HCK78wroMbrPlNYl5_fIPmYEyQT5tOtD2XuLO_-nYuKxHsHyPYjqaLMWuuwCDc4cXMmw7c6jzQNY4/s1600/cowgirl+dani.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzRihl7X-UwDdufHd9BeGpMBRDVnOj7doKHPPzbAcGNvFALAj7T7wmnZmLSLfOO5HCK78wroMbrPlNYl5_fIPmYEyQT5tOtD2XuLO_-nYuKxHsHyPYjqaLMWuuwCDc4cXMmw7c6jzQNY4/s400/cowgirl+dani.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623848007333973538" /></a><br /><em>~photo by Jessica Wilson</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrgpYPMWAg4zIJuypWWOqtAb8zOsfSdDdLn4aQI2E2XttwP9CGRi1jFknoAvVu7eFkWxAOC3dzE8KJ-lCWWb5AFHyL7GoAgL0EBIXUafNk7m1Owx2GbRqwMxDIrRKbc9SSfiBQMpSFcQiE/s1600/foalgf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrgpYPMWAg4zIJuypWWOqtAb8zOsfSdDdLn4aQI2E2XttwP9CGRi1jFknoAvVu7eFkWxAOC3dzE8KJ-lCWWb5AFHyL7GoAgL0EBIXUafNk7m1Owx2GbRqwMxDIrRKbc9SSfiBQMpSFcQiE/s400/foalgf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623849109681557362" /></a><br /><em>~photo by Georgia Fisher</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoO7hWJMjwoXEeqbe8uz7LSzBjBhijCvVn9bfvhp8fEHkhYOqC5oLZZDvq5Ctvg9YSdhRCLsz8hbb-Jz4OAgyB2d4Oe56mSTrFdLvZaHcbDRUxjBOadVuOvr3-Fq60tkda06MQuwE1TkwS/s1600/DSC_0128.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoO7hWJMjwoXEeqbe8uz7LSzBjBhijCvVn9bfvhp8fEHkhYOqC5oLZZDvq5Ctvg9YSdhRCLsz8hbb-Jz4OAgyB2d4Oe56mSTrFdLvZaHcbDRUxjBOadVuOvr3-Fq60tkda06MQuwE1TkwS/s400/DSC_0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623850674763823682" /></a><br /><em>~photo by Margaret Pangert</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDG_ymPs448AFflTXJ-Gey3gB3Fcto0UOtpZjz2e-5LYl7ffZhF6GL2qGuYGDVASphWszMBvDXqEQdSwsJCh6fZCzBUSPs-fJXLjsYYYY8cDR3lY8kjthLNiEA5Hwm-QAkhcMpeaV_UyAt/s1600/b%2526dcowgirlsgf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDG_ymPs448AFflTXJ-Gey3gB3Fcto0UOtpZjz2e-5LYl7ffZhF6GL2qGuYGDVASphWszMBvDXqEQdSwsJCh6fZCzBUSPs-fJXLjsYYYY8cDR3lY8kjthLNiEA5Hwm-QAkhcMpeaV_UyAt/s400/b%2526dcowgirlsgf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623851141986696946" /></a><br /><em>~photo by Georgia Fisher</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV2oB_l-jnjonYVp59dSBAIlvbQxxEy6plWQ_chzXF_Ct39x9SZfdSYlTHySP8_TmIxrDomppCByHFBqzmb7iR-LhxDl0Pi3Xx_d0_99JNfyU7eXGBqCj4ud0lJcvQCnzkPwB0SlfmMVCg/s1600/girlshorsegf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV2oB_l-jnjonYVp59dSBAIlvbQxxEy6plWQ_chzXF_Ct39x9SZfdSYlTHySP8_TmIxrDomppCByHFBqzmb7iR-LhxDl0Pi3Xx_d0_99JNfyU7eXGBqCj4ud0lJcvQCnzkPwB0SlfmMVCg/s400/girlshorsegf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623851649599890786" /></a><br /><em>~photo by Georgia Fisher</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBAlX3yqHQvlUVnNp_lp1ZwkcVmrXUkBDHWlFQmt2X72RDvwQZ5-UMLBk64BaKdRzV01E3qlt11bRs1kbTxHDIdZvCs2nUtSuXdjISFNyXSTYTDrp84vGFNIRlp0FV5gukpcfaAvkUMpI/s1600/Copy+of+danihorsejw.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBAlX3yqHQvlUVnNp_lp1ZwkcVmrXUkBDHWlFQmt2X72RDvwQZ5-UMLBk64BaKdRzV01E3qlt11bRs1kbTxHDIdZvCs2nUtSuXdjISFNyXSTYTDrp84vGFNIRlp0FV5gukpcfaAvkUMpI/s400/Copy+of+danihorsejw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623852361805492898" /></a><br /><em>~photo by Jessica Wilson</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibRbUG6N2qvpgkFEixMkXhAc3of-2OUGicd32eV2BmwtnmpsyLDhkD6wISSyngzApLQxgQ9-87IhOyazlcg2nGgg1Stji0ZBfHvciYrdchBaNehn0nWMngrG3KtkZZQsiLnxY6O47tB_4j/s1600/dani2gf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibRbUG6N2qvpgkFEixMkXhAc3of-2OUGicd32eV2BmwtnmpsyLDhkD6wISSyngzApLQxgQ9-87IhOyazlcg2nGgg1Stji0ZBfHvciYrdchBaNehn0nWMngrG3KtkZZQsiLnxY6O47tB_4j/s400/dani2gf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623852959171397538" /></a><br /><em>~photo by Georgia Fisher</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZvj_F7YVUFFNi8gM5hGX4xDxsq1mtS4RCKe3780EuKL0HHbHiuf-Oudv_zTtxVtL0CWEgt2e3VVv0IwcEabEV2C_ehIrgz952BpCWu-7g1jHPzyXAdz7B3NIUFaXmXxXZMiVqJB51q-1U/s1600/Copy+of+DSC04883.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZvj_F7YVUFFNi8gM5hGX4xDxsq1mtS4RCKe3780EuKL0HHbHiuf-Oudv_zTtxVtL0CWEgt2e3VVv0IwcEabEV2C_ehIrgz952BpCWu-7g1jHPzyXAdz7B3NIUFaXmXxXZMiVqJB51q-1U/s400/Copy+of+DSC04883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623855078059266178" /></a><br /><em>~photo by Margaret Pangert</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT63_d7o3DS4-6X0Y1PevrJMHiPHp124tRYjuKjuQW3Qm0-JU9siHcOd4TLxJlGmZXyGA6yjCABn_ZEjG3N6QbZEc4zOExgr68DK-p8E99Ddp3M2RmwGg0GWB8wKeMiBpm38HC5Xhi7TI7/s1600/cowgirl.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT63_d7o3DS4-6X0Y1PevrJMHiPHp124tRYjuKjuQW3Qm0-JU9siHcOd4TLxJlGmZXyGA6yjCABn_ZEjG3N6QbZEc4zOExgr68DK-p8E99Ddp3M2RmwGg0GWB8wKeMiBpm38HC5Xhi7TI7/s400/cowgirl.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623855589333887154" /></a><br /><em>~photo by Jessica Wilson</em><br /><br />Share the Joy Thursday is the inspiraton of Meri at Meri's Musings. To share your joy, please visit her at http://meriak.blogspot.com.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-34168690317379556722011-06-21T21:42:00.007-04:002011-06-21T22:35:51.911-04:00Midnight in Paris<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqOYiQIyCOXPVxcu19xneurada7ra6XeGhJFB5NVTtabgCKADLILlyN8G8zpd_PeHX75gIq2uw_4IQ4hWs88W_f-HXMebDcE_GJlibBzfxQQoutDdJjRd34UVOO__x9SceswOoRs4AJXWc/s1600/mip5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 500px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqOYiQIyCOXPVxcu19xneurada7ra6XeGhJFB5NVTtabgCKADLILlyN8G8zpd_PeHX75gIq2uw_4IQ4hWs88W_f-HXMebDcE_GJlibBzfxQQoutDdJjRd34UVOO__x9SceswOoRs4AJXWc/s400/mip5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620854092752477682" /></a><br />Owen Wilson in Woody Allen's <em>Midnight in Paris</em><br /><br />"Within my young friend's heart what mysteries keep<br />Aglow, soul from this sweet mask breathing a flower?"<br />from <em>La Dormeuse</em> by Paul Valery<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7joPcsY6CVrYJCbpI7aC9lNyz5bc02ixmQVGjjyuKbMJQdZy1Z_TBsY6JfZWBS_aPj1lBDM_oM5dwfuad8st8o6CTqOiX-JH7CP7E_XTD507z5mcYvX_iml1jhH0__v_gCL83HXkTkrWs/s1600/mip2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7joPcsY6CVrYJCbpI7aC9lNyz5bc02ixmQVGjjyuKbMJQdZy1Z_TBsY6JfZWBS_aPj1lBDM_oM5dwfuad8st8o6CTqOiX-JH7CP7E_XTD507z5mcYvX_iml1jhH0__v_gCL83HXkTkrWs/s400/mip2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620854317248173842" /></a><br /><em>Published in Paris, a Literary Chronicle of Paris in the 1920's and 1930's</em>, by Hugh Ford<br /><br />"Well, <em>Ernest</em>, here you are again talking to me at the Cafe de Flore in Paris. I haven't seen you for a while. I have several versions of that sonnet I wrote after your death but I never got it right. I love you, <em>Ernest</em>, I still do. You were an interesting man, and the first friend I really quarrelled with..."<br />from "<em>Ernest</em> Appears Again" by Leonard Cohen<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yipeE-R28TXtsvrDoJOGPkk3CXFL5vFbJ_AgcQTzCNd6Ix9x9m7a2hLmQRLlTQ4oRTpqNM3VK0SPhOSqZ3Y9I4CEIduadsLDlFnYFHgmIBdsQW_2IfhaYmCEgytD98Sd1Q2lfI96EKZ8/s1600/hemingway+bar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yipeE-R28TXtsvrDoJOGPkk3CXFL5vFbJ_AgcQTzCNd6Ix9x9m7a2hLmQRLlTQ4oRTpqNM3VK0SPhOSqZ3Y9I4CEIduadsLDlFnYFHgmIBdsQW_2IfhaYmCEgytD98Sd1Q2lfI96EKZ8/s400/hemingway+bar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620854618393976690" /></a><br />"Colin Field behind the Bar Hemingway, Hotel Ritz, la Place Vendome," photo by Thomas Harris<br /><br />"I had nothing more to give you of myself last night than any man,<br />Sated and avuncular and filled with his own good rhapsodies. But<br />One thing you can be certain of, nonetheless: the bird I saw there,<br />Up in a tree from the village yard, was a happy bird, and the pail<br />I kicked, later on in the dark, bounced all the way up to heaven<br />And back, and it gave itself to the night, and was full, and slept."<br />from <em>Little Gidding</em> by T.S. Eliot<br /><br />They are all there: Hemingway, Picasso, Dali, T.S. Eliot, Carla Bruni(!), Fitzgerald, Man Ray... And if determined, you can go back even further to La Belle Epoque, the court of Louis XIV...Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-47906545743281407002011-06-11T15:27:00.009-04:002011-06-11T16:11:44.725-04:00haiku my heart - liberation<A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4a2_x-oDX5EW-Heew1b_-AVoqGI3wtNOlrtojMbIvkX0rFtdDOApMvzTzkDWWkO7P0wHzakAMNwP7St0Q9RvD3GQ-YrK-LCeIAqSJyqm4IA9wzad77b5dTcort2p1QEEgWNNu9_qX4FeS/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_0099.jpg"><IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617046501037424322 border=0 alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4a2_x-oDX5EW-Heew1b_-AVoqGI3wtNOlrtojMbIvkX0rFtdDOApMvzTzkDWWkO7P0wHzakAMNwP7St0Q9RvD3GQ-YrK-LCeIAqSJyqm4IA9wzad77b5dTcort2p1QEEgWNNu9_qX4FeS/s400/Copy+of+IMG_0099.jpg"></A> <br /><br /><EM><STRONG>The green linnet sings <br />Without the hope of parole. <br />Freedom fighter chirps!</STRONG></EM><br /><br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S9VytTnwY5E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><em>Green Finch and Linnet Bird</em> sung by Jayne Wisener from Tim Burton's movie, <em>Sweeney Todd</em>.<br /><br /><em>Haiku my heart </em> is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/">recuerda mi corazon</a>.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-68073949523331669802011-06-06T21:50:00.006-04:002011-06-06T22:49:01.859-04:00Magpie Tales 68<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiklZMXpp1zwTaXCykLNM7Kd-d8l6wm2SFTJlPIMS1pDxDaFrqfml308hKgFKrJ8bK0qv2lsik3V19SBOFAkkHDfiJk4qqe7RWncptk6C8Sqwbh0poRNs3gmBG_okOmb2uStfdfrbvD4s4/s1600/thirdeye"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiklZMXpp1zwTaXCykLNM7Kd-d8l6wm2SFTJlPIMS1pDxDaFrqfml308hKgFKrJ8bK0qv2lsik3V19SBOFAkkHDfiJk4qqe7RWncptk6C8Sqwbh0poRNs3gmBG_okOmb2uStfdfrbvD4s4/s400/thirdeye" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615289457861314290" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong>A silk indigo sari drapes around her body<br />And head, revealing just the upper face.<br />She lies down in an oasis of fragrant jasmine, lotus, marigold.<br />Lightning bolts of Shiva beam on her third eye <br />In the center of her brow surrounded by a triangle,<br />The sanskrit Om also lying within the triangle.<br />A nectar of sesame with essences of sunflower, <br />Ginseng, skullcap streams onto the lucid third eye.<br />The otherworldly timbre of the Shiva flute<br />Conquers the music of fools. </strong></em><br /><br /><br />Magpie Tales is the vision of Tess Kincaid. If you would like to participate, just post your poem or vignette--based on Tess Kincaid's photo prompt--on your blog and link back to http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-88429723105693966012011-06-03T12:48:00.023-04:002011-06-03T16:18:49.801-04:00haiku my heart - the golden spiral<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX8Qso5MCrNcYZgIG0996G0gQsrfjDMIdyVPFGoipVanu_hgVsTXA16X8hyTuymYZK87reWO50PD1p01rZF-A-s3_PfwAGATXsq94geY49DZNABxyp6QjbBNdAtvBkro-FbuS6qU6fN2ZM/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_0097.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX8Qso5MCrNcYZgIG0996G0gQsrfjDMIdyVPFGoipVanu_hgVsTXA16X8hyTuymYZK87reWO50PD1p01rZF-A-s3_PfwAGATXsq94geY49DZNABxyp6QjbBNdAtvBkro-FbuS6qU6fN2ZM/s400/Copy+of+IMG_0097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614037728285767810" /></a><br /><em>~my spiral mandala of growth and discovery</em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSoj3jc72Ldkj9OjcDyYBe7SVX3-OdOFiQSdJRcVMhBkt6-ogfFhA201sKYnLBk4WDnHoC6iiNo985GcVPpB_G25O32IOHmhheiD17rvYzcjVTmwoV-WTvnezxIPAULu3A7l8M8atPokrw/s1600/peachrose.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSoj3jc72Ldkj9OjcDyYBe7SVX3-OdOFiQSdJRcVMhBkt6-ogfFhA201sKYnLBk4WDnHoC6iiNo985GcVPpB_G25O32IOHmhheiD17rvYzcjVTmwoV-WTvnezxIPAULu3A7l8M8atPokrw/s400/peachrose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614038177387148434" /></a><br /><em>~photo of spiral rose by Jessica Wilson, Northern California</em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11V1zQznG1SWgpz0yCKKnWtb4u302e62fixOAwPzXC6MJReaFlOGdKypn1FHLcUouZJCCRyEk2CJAUvoKWLcsQXHlc4XCW8LNNW8EoAnOzBQeZ1FddcCRv3_OrQQSpCZYaEL-PzFou45_/s1600/eiffel+tower+stairway.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11V1zQznG1SWgpz0yCKKnWtb4u302e62fixOAwPzXC6MJReaFlOGdKypn1FHLcUouZJCCRyEk2CJAUvoKWLcsQXHlc4XCW8LNNW8EoAnOzBQeZ1FddcCRv3_OrQQSpCZYaEL-PzFou45_/s400/eiffel+tower+stairway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614038752307224290" /></a><br /><em>~portion of Eiffel Tower's spiral staircase at auction, Christie's, New York</em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF-g5U9343kGViaOWDr8_Xq4mhxPkDyRpx72pucGKaIIq2mhZkerdtBisFPzx4TZRidrqrWSWoGK4jR23NaNy5V30rpLSYG1DYDK403mTHmbI3eZ3DHOcLlCRMOQXiV77eP9kZdk2NuojD/s1600/spiralgreece.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF-g5U9343kGViaOWDr8_Xq4mhxPkDyRpx72pucGKaIIq2mhZkerdtBisFPzx4TZRidrqrWSWoGK4jR23NaNy5V30rpLSYG1DYDK403mTHmbI3eZ3DHOcLlCRMOQXiV77eP9kZdk2NuojD/s400/spiralgreece.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614039551006016034" /></a><br /><em>~photo of spiral architecture by Byron Kay, Athens, Greece</em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUucA3484YcelKMxANeVVqnOEqGSe3PT4grwZQvTU40NjFA0UCRiXDhc0E2eiF00pvivTgQoa-W6s-0QPvemvojwTTWDHBMB6eUZFtlXCo0Lf4QVZD46gQgkVj4cvnIl3DJiBaXD5fIvsq/s1600/Copy+of+spiral+shells.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 500px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUucA3484YcelKMxANeVVqnOEqGSe3PT4grwZQvTU40NjFA0UCRiXDhc0E2eiF00pvivTgQoa-W6s-0QPvemvojwTTWDHBMB6eUZFtlXCo0Lf4QVZD46gQgkVj4cvnIl3DJiBaXD5fIvsq/s400/Copy+of+spiral+shells.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614083695654624290" /></a><br /><em>~photo of spiral snail shells by Byron Kay, Santorini, Greece</em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUO3PJ91E0_KLXqIIbOpsslAyW7GVTOcJkgVgrF8UaYshqFvCcPizNYUA6mPzsC0KCkhjokIzlt_p0sxFXsKN1ilUuNkoAxVoXOBUVKNtEhwli21edQL99-18nki-Vh7JkRjKMBrC8ceev/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_0100.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUO3PJ91E0_KLXqIIbOpsslAyW7GVTOcJkgVgrF8UaYshqFvCcPizNYUA6mPzsC0KCkhjokIzlt_p0sxFXsKN1ilUuNkoAxVoXOBUVKNtEhwli21edQL99-18nki-Vh7JkRjKMBrC8ceev/s400/Copy+of+IMG_0100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614090201908016722" /></a><br /><em>~spiral mandala of my projected spiritual journey</em><br /><br /><br /><em><strong>Spiral and return<br />To nature's epicenter--<br />Never-ending life.</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><em>Haiku my heart </em> is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/">recuerda mi corazon</a>.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-71261650191911401332011-05-27T00:15:00.009-04:002011-05-27T00:29:49.846-04:00haiku my heart - the fuchsia flower<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkhuD9lEpY1F9L6mlKlof6d9rlfB-IbgBzo_lMtvDrkfU3To8zo-pOH8ZepHpFWjY1Wrq_pIiVF-l3sZ1_8AvsGq9JXNpEyIIrAd5rOUn3Ou_R5ds-csVQaR_WrgFTAcr4XGpp7F_Ezym/s1600/DSC04745.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; 4eight: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkhuD9lEpY1F9L6mlKlof6d9rlfB-IbgBzo_lMtvDrkfU3To8zo-pOH8ZepHpFWjY1Wrq_pIiVF-l3sZ1_8AvsGq9JXNpEyIIrAd5rOUn3Ou_R5ds-csVQaR_WrgFTAcr4XGpp7F_Ezym/s400/DSC04745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611245151590427890" /></a><br /><em><strong>A carnival ride,</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPTEGpmqQwsiJkuuTS_NiuXlcEhZqWAMyfChakhcO4cplGV1hizGUoGUI5OqSXxL7HjYywVnEysyGRj1Z3KqL3IJl0j3s9KzYYkncqr0LLKyisQmlFmaEggrZw1lZR7RrA16OB_YwI39y/s1600/DSC04750.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPTEGpmqQwsiJkuuTS_NiuXlcEhZqWAMyfChakhcO4cplGV1hizGUoGUI5OqSXxL7HjYywVnEysyGRj1Z3KqL3IJl0j3s9KzYYkncqr0LLKyisQmlFmaEggrZw1lZR7RrA16OB_YwI39y/s400/DSC04750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611245551407911106" /></a><br /><em><strong>Swirling magenta transforms--</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbU-ON2ubG4M80b-LNJKVpKRHMbF4hPTCsoGwLOHgZGGuPy-DzYOeXdKrFuVKYfX992o3GEXFLo6Riw_whGcRMQuHsqCV61CsDmLlsxON6AmZi5Yxtu-n9PAVCgIbbg7aCuIaHSwbjGeIp/s1600/DSC04755.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbU-ON2ubG4M80b-LNJKVpKRHMbF4hPTCsoGwLOHgZGGuPy-DzYOeXdKrFuVKYfX992o3GEXFLo6Riw_whGcRMQuHsqCV61CsDmLlsxON6AmZi5Yxtu-n9PAVCgIbbg7aCuIaHSwbjGeIp/s400/DSC04755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611246515156758386" /></a><br /><em><strong>Spun cotton candy.</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><em>Haiku my heart </em> is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/">recuerda mi corazon</a>.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-31476008621114915152011-05-23T23:07:00.009-04:002011-05-23T23:46:07.984-04:00Magpie Tales 67<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIBoYur5x7JCkFISnyqQW1xEiEpGiTdAwf-cknEdkajmqSkeENOIVkzgU0EGRyUXn-rhv0Nms7cSreQeU91CbP6HgqhM9jY5enCFKjtElaq2MoLhte4bn3eyhpHOB6h1olYPjMFuvUztq/s1600/mag+67.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIBoYur5x7JCkFISnyqQW1xEiEpGiTdAwf-cknEdkajmqSkeENOIVkzgU0EGRyUXn-rhv0Nms7cSreQeU91CbP6HgqhM9jY5enCFKjtElaq2MoLhte4bn3eyhpHOB6h1olYPjMFuvUztq/s400/mag+67.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610114157703063394" /></a><br /><em>Banquet Scene with a Lute Player </em> by Nicolas Tournier, 1625<br /><br /><strong>Characters, left to right</strong><br />Nicolas Tournier, French Baroque painter, 1590-1639<br />la Serveuse (waitress)<br />Claudio Monteverdi, Italian opera composer, 1567-1643<br />Sybille de la Tour, Georges's younger sister<br />Georges de la Tour, French Baroque painter, 1593-1652<br /><br /><strong>Monteverdi</strong>: Now, do you see changing from the major key of C to the key of A minor creates an entirely different mood? And if you were to use a more agitated tempo, the mood changes once again?<br /><br /><strong>de la Tour </strong>(who has been playing the lute to please his guests): Nicolas, don't you feel we're doing the same thing with light? Placing some characters in darkness and others in light reveals something of the soul of those characters?<br /><br /><strong>Tournier</strong>: Exactly. It gives a contemplative feel to the painting.<br /><br /><strong>de la Tour</strong>: You know, Pascal says in his <em>Pensees</em> that the beginning and end are concealed from man in an impenetrable secret. When we paint shrouds of black, that is the unaware blindness; when we paint streams of light, that is the illuminated consciousness.<br /><br /><strong>Sybille</strong>: I feel as though I am in the light, that I am aware, and that this sense of enlightenment is only heightened by looking through the eye loup at the ray of light beaming down on me.<br /><br /><br />Magpie Tales is the vision of Tess Kincaid. If you would like to participate, just post your poem or vignette--based on Tess Kincaid's photo prompt--on your blog and link back to http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-81086954495023584492011-05-20T01:19:00.006-04:002011-05-20T01:33:20.088-04:00haiku my heart - sacred mystery<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXXmPS7XxHZBbRJ2msCKFQkUPF4dXZNUKX_nkpAtrUrKKqdpqnBmkljOxBD3rZyxeSLcSYJs7h55kfHkDPFejjGxpkojqjoEyhxKMWP0dwxNekJJYaVCQFN5RjoVDPG7-Skg7XLjEI_S_S/s1600/Copy+of+DSC01225.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 457px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXXmPS7XxHZBbRJ2msCKFQkUPF4dXZNUKX_nkpAtrUrKKqdpqnBmkljOxBD3rZyxeSLcSYJs7h55kfHkDPFejjGxpkojqjoEyhxKMWP0dwxNekJJYaVCQFN5RjoVDPG7-Skg7XLjEI_S_S/s400/Copy+of+DSC01225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608663820245929298" /></a><br /><em><strong>Exotic blue rose</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKXKWESAOEnR6g6Y0ugz2Q-TEkNqB40ms-njAsIfjQhuH8e4tOvS6cU3vdeYBCP02MBzcEEX-skwA6bH7s3-eSztpTAubB7UHvWaVdf8hLkqSACKYqffqOPVpAzs5zfqfDTEIEk29o1S8/s1600/Copy+of+DSC04743.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKXKWESAOEnR6g6Y0ugz2Q-TEkNqB40ms-njAsIfjQhuH8e4tOvS6cU3vdeYBCP02MBzcEEX-skwA6bH7s3-eSztpTAubB7UHvWaVdf8hLkqSACKYqffqOPVpAzs5zfqfDTEIEk29o1S8/s400/Copy+of+DSC04743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608665183150729250" /></a><br /><em><strong>Incense burns at the altar--</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRn-mHbSKtJYUSIZohHo-epcoKBwphkNf1PgNzRYQeLSP5aqiW_pm_BfhqiBxFhRp6XIPYy6yTRALVn6nyEX2yftxIcmOvJTKanG3_Xy1Lr_aV8Q-8nVw5bRHtrgX1RW0-lGKz1hraCxuR/s1600/Copy+of+DSC_0019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 457px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRn-mHbSKtJYUSIZohHo-epcoKBwphkNf1PgNzRYQeLSP5aqiW_pm_BfhqiBxFhRp6XIPYy6yTRALVn6nyEX2yftxIcmOvJTKanG3_Xy1Lr_aV8Q-8nVw5bRHtrgX1RW0-lGKz1hraCxuR/s400/Copy+of+DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608665841929918434" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong>Sacred mystery.</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><em>Haiku my heart </em> is the vision of Rebecca Brooks at "recuerda mi corazon." If you would like to participate, just post your haiku on Fridays with an accompanying photo on your blog and link back to <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/haiku/">recuerda mi corazon</a>.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555080137808061408.post-40573472684790917982011-05-16T23:56:00.006-04:002011-05-17T00:23:41.848-04:00Magpie Tales 66<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKt0NKQRGgdOyA-d5AwPW-UbH-cKV0JMyeI7bRl1ievJZbRQkMYVoC1-p81_hwvsCc9y0QvAohdJbM-iG41yS0kjmxJKBVswb9i47Ft7KOH583l8SFJfHGTG0G7ZXvrm_8gE7WPLw7NEuf/s1600/books.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKt0NKQRGgdOyA-d5AwPW-UbH-cKV0JMyeI7bRl1ievJZbRQkMYVoC1-p81_hwvsCc9y0QvAohdJbM-iG41yS0kjmxJKBVswb9i47Ft7KOH583l8SFJfHGTG0G7ZXvrm_8gE7WPLw7NEuf/s400/books.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607529145375983458" /></a><br />Belle's heart was pounding as she hastily placed the book back on the shelf. She loved this library in the 36th and Madison mansion and spent hours here, sorting, examining, reading. <br /><br />Today she could not believe her eyes: Walden, innocuously placed in a row at the back of the desk, had been autographed several years ago by Henry David Thoreau!<br />"My dearest John,<br />Allow me the pleasure of presenting to you a line from this book:<br />'Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.'<br />I beg you to receive, dear Sir, the expression of my very best sentiments.<br />I remain yours truly,<br />Henry David Thoreau."<br /><br />She had heard the clatter of John's carriage in the passageway, and he would be coming in the downstairs entry any moment. Belle retrieved her feather duster and studiously began dusting. She mentally went over her plans to be very gracious and impeccable in her work with both John Sr. and John Jr.<br /><br /><br /><em>John~ John Pierpont Morgan, Sr. and Jr.<br /><br />Belle~ Belle de Costa Greene, first director of the Pierpont Morgan Library</em><br /><br /><br />Magpie Tales is the vision of Tess Kincaid. If you would like to participate, just post your poem or vignette--based on Tess Kincaid's photo prompt--on your blog and link back to http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com.Margaret Pangerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com33