Color Me Blind

Don't you waste me in the ground...

Marie King ©

Marie King ©

I wandered lonely as a cloud...

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

The Madness Within

July 2012

In the Presence of Wonder

Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.

 -E.B. White

On our drive across the highways of Michigan, the storms raged and the rains poured, but at the end, there was peace and beauty and color. And I was glad that I was alive. 

Love from the wilds!

Quiet Sleep and a Sweet Dream

Sea Fever

by John Masefield

 

I MUST go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,

And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.

 

I must down go to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

 

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. 

 

Willie & Co.

The book is finally in the editing stage!

U.S.A.rmy

Marie King ©

 There was a whole caravan of army vehicles driving down the highway as far as the eye could see- different shapes, color sand sizes. It was an impressive sight to behold. 

Marie King ©

God Bless Our Troops!

June 2012

Peaches & Beaches

Weekend bike rides, summer parades, juicy peaches and pubs w/friends. 

TGIF! 

Into my garden come!

There is another sky,

Ever serene and fair,

And there is another sunshine,

Though it be darkness there;

Never mind faded forests, Austin,

Never mind silent fields -

Here is a little forest,

Whose leaf is ever green;

Here is a brighter garden,

Where not a frost has been;

In its unfading flowers

I hear the bright bee hum:

Prithee, my brother,

Into my garden come!

Emily Dickenson

Sky Bright

Celia King, May 2012

We jump high,

We touch the sky.

Freaky Friday

Marie King ©

I really hope I can grow some mean facial hair in my next life. 

Happy Friday!

Insanity is the Name of the Game

The children's book is almost done!

Till I can update again, wishing you all the best!

Roses are Red, America is Blue...

Marie King ©

Perhaps, after all, America never has been discovered.
-Oscar Wilde

In the land of kings....

Marie King ©

Marie King ©

Marie King ©

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

-The Walrus and The Carpenter

Lewis Carroll