Ocean

The winds hit the coast heavily today

Rocks that shield the houses seem to weaken

Looking out upon the calm sea of cerulean shadows yesterday

Now, it seems to have been changed

It's layers of mightiness are swayed by the winds

Seemingly beautiful and peaceful,

Howling closer it hits our splintery windows

To live by the sea, one of changes

A burden to bear, to appreciate its unsettled ways

Entering my life, challenging our living

Stronger the forces hit our humble hovel

Yet, they strengthen the core of us

Challenging to ruins, yet we yield and move to higher ground

Like the ocean, we to are swayed by changes

Strengthen our souls, as the winds strengthen its victims

Now looking upon the ocean, peaceful and serene once again

Yet both the ocean and I are changed

Snow Bound

Spending the hours of cold snow laden days
Alone in my hide-out
With my colored pencils and books
Fantasy or a Romance that's all I can say
As I read away in my cozy corner

Dodie Smith's "I Capture the Castle"
Rereading it for the time being
As I have loved this novel since high school
My sixteen year old mind enchanted by the story
Now twenty-three and it still makes me smile
What's next on my list to reread???
Cold Comfort Farm .... I think may be the answer


After reading this book, I'm craving some Scones and Tea, hmm looks like my next adventure may involve some English Breakfast, and some baking.

-Pictures taken and provided for my blog by myself after the snow hit my corner of the woods

The Day After

Snowflakes
Unique
interlaced, straight-laced, whatever laced individual ideas
Floating in a atmosphere of drifting winds and cold glares
Passing through the Northern Corridor
As nutmeg hot chocolate is passed around the small hall this eve
Downy feathery coats, thick knobby woolen scarves, and pairs of gloves dressing the chairs
Talk is fast and sporadic around the granite fireplace

Merry Christmas!

"A Busy Clerk"
Sometimes the ancient minstrels play loudly on the eve of a full moon
Their harps of delicate cowhide, dark oak, and Eurasian silk
Singing sweetly in the mid-winter wind
Frost clinging to their dirt stained boots lined with the thickest furs of the Northern Kingdoms
I listen from my dusty chamber
Thick books of last December's taxes and dust of a decade surround
My thin cloak of cotton, no lining due to my empty purse
But I hear their engaging tune
As I whisper a farewell to my books of work and all
Out the window to their sound my heart goes
As I dream of ancient pasts and courageous Kings, and Knights of silver
Sleeping with my head upon my cedar desk
Dreams spinning in my snores
I sleep and awaken in a morning of fog
My books and forms covered with frost
As my open window that never closed
And no moon to hear my cry
For my deadline has arrived!

Sun, Stars, and Song

The sun glowed evanescent through the billowy willows as I walked through the entrance to the dark secrets guarded by the animals of time.














Then as the night grew to pass, the chill in the sky through the bringing of eve and the closing of a day of song and dance, we all sung in the last lapse of light as the evening sky came to be.














-Pictures all supplied by me (Emmy) taken in 2009 Fall, during my visits to the Temple of Heaven and Emperor Min's tomb

A day among fairy books and tea!

"Life is about the simple pleasures and the small things that make the corners of one's mouth turn up into a beautiful smile that seems to bring peace to one's self! "
-Emmy

Good Books that make one's mind spin tales of one's own! I'm quite enjoying both of these books:

The Fairies Nutfolk Wood- Quite good, , as it brought me back to my own childhood days wandering through the woods, and make believing that I could talk to trees and plants. I was a strange child and spent many of my hours spinning tales of my own!

The Ballad- This book is a clever sequel to the Lament by Maggie Stiefvater, which I just finished yesterday, and again I couldn't put it down. I enjoyed traveling into the lives of Deidre and James two friends who's lives are both interrupted by those of the Faerie realm.





















Wrote a poem while sitting upon the shore's of the foggy beach this evening.

Fairy Isle
Upon the mists that rose above the granite cliff
Clever tunes of a yearning of heart are torn
Gently grieving the loss of a clear morn
Never to see through the fog and steam of now
Green eyes mystify with the idea of sound
As they near in to the harmonic muses
The sound is quelled
For mischievous and games are not to be found

Spring Rainshowers

Ahhh, the pattering of the rain today against the thick bumpy glass of my cottage, a sorry sight to see after such a sunny week, the coldness that seemed to seep through under my wooden door, as I brush against the cold stone floor in my striped navy blue and cerulean blue wool socks.
I shiver my way to the fire place to throw on some more wood and to start the water for my tea and to cook the porridge. The steam coming off the fire warming me up, I got to my senses and then realized it was a Monday, ahh Mondays, a new day of the week, and also a day full of classes with the elders. Ohh why can't I have just one day to wander and listen to the new spring hatched robins instead of sitting stiffly through a lecture by Beleg about the shortcomings of the human folk.
I just wanted the freedom to have my own day, but I looked up at my clock and it was already 7 o'clock, I must rush and make this porridege and tea. Lifting the steaming pot of porridge off the fire, filled with thick oats and the last of my dried apples. I quickly poured some almond milk atop it to cool it off, and swiftly with my other free hand poured the steaming water into my mug of mint leaves. I quickly ate the porridge and steadly sipped my mint tea, and now to get dressed and off to classes.
I went through my drawers and found my simple woolen slip and over it threw a dress of dark mossen green wool to keep myself warm and tied up my worn boots, and placed my light spring cloak of red around myself. I must hurry if I am to make ti on time ot class.