In loving memory of our 3 beloved ‘kids’, Pearl, Maggie, and Austin. Miss you like crazy.
©Diane M Schuller

BLISS

by May Sarton

Bliss 
In the middle of the night,
My bedroom washed in moonlight
And outside
The faint hush-hushing
Of an ebbing tide,
I see Venus
Close to
The waning moon.
I hear the bubbling hoot
Of a playful owl.
Pierrot’s purrs
Ripple under my hand,
And all this is bathed
In the scent of roses
By my bed
Where there are always
Books and flowers.
In the middle of the night
The bliss of being alive!

I can so relate to nearly every line of her poem. For me, the cat is missing, though there have been decades in my lifetime when there was a cat. And perhaps the scent of roses, in my case, would most likely be lilies.
poetry book My mother loved reading poetry. She had a thick volume of The Best Loved Poems of the American People, gifted to her as a young woman, that she cherished and would read from time to time. It was important to her to give it to me before she died. She didn’t say why, but it was vitally important to her, this gifting to me.

So, in turn, I cherish the tattered book. And I too read from it from time to time.

As this year fades to an end allowing the New to bloom and blossom, I wish to thank each and every one of you for your visits here. Most of all I’ve appreciated when you take time to leave me a note and times when you’ve touched my heart by sharing some intimate or meaningful moment from your life, present or past. Thank you.

In the coming year, I plan to continue to read some fine books, to tell you some stories (brief as they may be), to knit (going to try some stranded knitting), to keep my body moving, to make my piano sing, and to pay very close attention to Mother Nature and what she has to offer. Here now, is my wish for you:

“May your coming year be filled with

magic and dreams and good madness.

I hope you read some fine books and

kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful,

and don’t forget to make some art –

write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.

And I hope, somewhere in the next year,

you surprise yourself.” – Neil Gaiman

©Diane M Schuller

6 thoughts on “from time to time”

  2. I love your blog, Diane, and it warms my heart every time I read it. I am so moved by the photos of your beautiful dogs — and can totally identify with how much you miss them. I am really missing my two Westies this New Year and find myself looking at their pics more than ever. I am so glad I have those images! I also love the May Sarton poem and the Neil Gaiman wish. Thank you!

  3. Beautiful images of your sweet loved ones and such perfect words to accompany them. The poetry book is a wonderful gift, my mom left me hers too and I cherish it. You have some wonderful goals for the new year and no doubt you will accomplish them all. May you continue to bloom in 2016…A very Happy New Year to you and yours!

  5. I couldn’t have thought of a better wish than Neil Gaiman’s. So I flip it, like a coin, and blow it back to you, my friend. May 2016 see many new wonders, new challenges and new directions should we wish.
    Oh, and a glass never empty!

  6. What a lovely poem Diane, thank you for posting it.

    I hope that the next year will give you peace and happiness.

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