Portland laughs in moss
A poem should be ...
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown -- ....
(from Ars Poetica by Archibald MacLeish)
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The Pancake Chronicles
Monday, March 03, 2008
The Pancake Chronicles
My name is Colleen.
I love taking my time and finding beauty and humour in things before they happen - as in seeds and salamanders.
"The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back."
C.S. Lewis - Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold
"Look, it's not in my nature to be mysterious. But I can't talk about it and I can't talk about why."
Rusty Ryan - Ocean's Twelve
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12 Comments:
Hey Colleen
I had a moment of clarity the other day - I realized that I've been voraciously devouring your blog for over a year and I've never taken the time to let you know. Specifically, I want to let you know how your way of seeing the simple things in life - like moss, or a teacup, or Beaker singing Oh Danny Boy (he's always been my favourite muppet!) or sunbeams on the floor - has caused me to take a breath, realize that there's beauty all around me and to not freak out so much when my kids leave the crayons all over the table. You have given me this gift, which I treasure, and I thank you with all my heart. Don't EVER stop writing - you were born to share your beautiful heart in this way and I'm sure I'm not the only one you've touched. :o)
Karyn Onsorge
Hey Colleen
I had a moment of clarity the other day - I realized that I've been voraciously devouring your blog for over a year and I've never taken the time to let you know. Specifically, I want to let you know how your way of seeing the simple things in life - like moss, or a teacup, or Beaker singing Oh Danny Boy (he's always been my favourite muppet!) or sunbeams on the floor - has caused me to take a breath, realize that there's beauty all around me and to not freak out so much when my kids leave the crayons all over the table. You have given me this gift, which I treasure, and I thank you with all my heart. Don't EVER stop writing - you were born to share your beautiful heart in this way and I'm sure I'm not the only one you've touched. :o)
Karyn Onsorge
...and I have no idea how that posted twice.
I am a self-confessed computer id-jit. :o)
K
Oh Karen! You have NO idea how much this means to me! I am sitting here with warm shivers and tears in my eyes. I started doing these things because I so easily get overwhelmed with the big stuff and even the small stuff and photos and words help me to survive and get through it all. Knowing that it's a little survival for somebody else too makes all the dark days so much more bearable. Thank you, thank you! ♡
Gorgeous photos. That's a lot of moss!
Karyn's comment makes me smile. :)
So does the green moss.
Moss is absolutely one of my favouritest things about Portland. The sheer lushness and green of everything--how the cement is not cement, but actually covered in chlorophylly life. Thanks for a breath of green. There is still far too much white from where I'm sitting. Sigh.
Oh, I don't think I could stand all that damp. It makes me feel chilled much more than snow or below zero (F) temps. It is pretty and your pics are lovely but I wouldn't want it to be my home. Would you? Did you love it? I did love what scrapnqueen wrote giving the other view. What a nice way to look at it. But still, it is like the tropics to me. Pretty to look at but I wouldn't want to live there.
And, in case you didn't know, I feel exactly as Karyn above does. I'm always telling Tom what Colleen is writing about. :<)
I grew up in all that damp so in some ways I'm used to it. After having lived in the north for a few years though it does feel chilly and that was a surprise to me. How could above zero temperatures feel as cool as below zero? I thought Portland was very beautiful and I do think I could live there (but that it's a city). My favourite sort of place to live would be one with a strong presence of each of the four seasons.
And thank you. I wish I could use different words to show how I appreciate your encouragement but a big fat THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart is what sums it up. ♡
What beautiful photographs! The moss is just lovely.
Thank you, Kimberly Ann! And welcome here. Come back any ol' time. :)
oh all that moss makes me so happy & you captured it all so beautifully!
i love it:)
any questions?
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