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Awakening

By: Proserpina, 8:31 PM GMT on February 26, 2012

THE EARTH IS AWAKENING

Listen, can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin's heart. Spring.
Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider
Northern Exposure, Wake Up Call, 1992.


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Koko and I felt the urge to ascertain if the earth is awakening, and indeed it is pregnant with promises of Spring songs and colors.

Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;
To-day the glint of green is there;
Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;
I know no thing so wondrous fair,
No miracle so strangely rare.
I wonder what will next be there!

L. H. Bailey

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Mixed with winter colors are the intrepid leaves of Daffodils, Crocus, Bleeding Hearts, and Columbines pushing their way out of the earth.

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We found a Daffodil bud, a promise to be soon fulfilled.

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Walk lightly in the spring; Mother Earth is pregnant.
Native American Proverb (Kiowa)

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We found an unexpected Primrose blossom.

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Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men.
Chinese Proverb

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Spring Flowers Pictures, Images and Photos


PLEASE FEEL FREE TO POST YOUR EARTH AWAKENING PHOTOS OR ANYTHING THAT RELATES TO MOTHER EARTH.


Spring Flowers Pictures, Images and Photos

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Updated: 8:16 PM GMT on March 19, 2012

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Let's Dance.

By: Proserpina, 5:21 PM GMT on February 17, 2012

LIFE MAY NOT BE THE PARTY WE HOPED FOR, BUT WHILE WE ARE HERE WE MIGHT AS WELL DANCE!

(Anonymous)


“We dance for laughter,

we dance for tears,

we dance for madness,

we dance for fears,

we dance for hopes,

we dance for screams,

we are the dancers,

we create the dreams.”


- Author Unknown




ballroom dancing Pictures, Images and Photos

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Sorry but for the moment I do not have the time to put together a real blog. So let's dance!

Updated: 9:47 PM GMT on February 19, 2012

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February, the month to celebrate love in literature, art, music...

By: Proserpina, 5:38 PM GMT on February 12, 2012

"Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end."
Germaine De Stael


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FEBRUARY THE MONTH TO CELEBRATE LOVE IN LITERATURE, ART, MUSIC


Petrarca

--Love Sonnets to Laura--

Back in the 1300's, before card stores and chocolate manufacturers all conspired to commercialize the true spirit of love, passion, and romance, Francesco Petrarca literally wrote the book on infatuation. The collection of Italian verses, Rime in vita e morta di Madonna Laura (after 1327), translated into English as Petrarch's Sonnets, were inspired by Petrarch's unrequited passion for Laura (probably Laure de Noves), a young woman Petrarca first saw in church.

Era il giorno ch'al sol si scoloraro
per la pietà del suo factore i rai,
quando ì fui preso, et non me ne guardai,
chè i bè vostr'occhi, donna, mi legaro.

Tempo non mi parea da far riparo
contra colpi d'Amor: però m'andai
secur, senza sospetto; onde i miei guai
nel commune dolor s'incominciaro.

Trovommi Amor del tutto disarmato
et aperta la via per gli occhi al core,
che di lagrime son fatti uscio et varco:

Però al mio parer non li fu honore
ferir me de saetta in quello stato,
a voi armata non mostrar pur l'arco.


It was the day the sun's ray had turned pale
with pity for the suffering of his Maker
when I was caught, and I put up no fight,
my lady, for your lovely eyes had bound me.

It seemed no time to be on guard against
Love's blows; therefore, I went my way
secure and fearless-so, all my misfortunes
began in midst of universal woe.

Love found me all disarmed and found the way
was clear to reach my heart down through the eyes
which have become the halls and doors of tears.

It seems to me it did him little honour
to wound me with his arrow in my state
and to you, armed, not show his bow at all.

(The Petrarch Sonnet form deserves a blog of its own, maybe someday I will post one.)



The following Poem is my favorite love poem for the simple reason that my husband used to read it to me during our courtship!:

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

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“your little voice”
~e.e. cummings

your little voice
Over the wires came leaping
and i felt suddenly
dizzy
With the jostling and shouting of merry flowers
wee skipping high-heeled flames
courtesied before my eyes
or twinkling over to my side
Looked up
with impertinently exquisite faces
floating hands were laid upon me
I was whirled and tossed into delicious dancing
up
Up
with the pale important
stars and the Humorous
moon
dear girl
How i was crazy how i cried when i heard
over time
and tide and death
leaping
Sweetly
your voice

THE HEART'S FRIEND (SHOSHONE LOVE SONG)

Fair is the white star of twilight,
and the sky clearer at the day's end;
But she is fairer, and she is dearer.
She, my heart's friend!

Far stars and fair in the skies bending,
Low stars of hearth fires and wood smoke ascending,
The meadow-lark's nested,
The night hawk is winging;
Home through the star-shine the hunter comes singing.

Fair is the white star of twilight,
And the moon roving
To the sky's end;
But she is fairer, better worth loving,

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Lyrics to the song But Beautiful
(Burke / VanHeusen)

Love is funny or it's sad
Or it's quiet or it's mad
It's a good thing or it's bad
But beautiful

Beautiful to take a chance
And if you fall you fall
And I'm thinking
I wouldn't mind at all

Love is tearful or it's gay
It's a problem or it's play
It's a heartache either way
But beautiful

And I'm thinking if you were mine
I'd never let you go
And that would be but beautiful I know
Love is tearful or it's gay

It's a problem or it's play
It's a heartache either way
But beautiful

And I'm thinking if you were mine
I'd never let you go
And that would be but beautiful I know



PLEASE POST SOMETHING THAT YOU WROTE, A POEM THAT YOU LIKE, A PAINTING, A CARTOON,..... (as always, please let's not rile the powers that be with our contributions).

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Forever Together.....

By: Proserpina, 8:56 PM GMT on February 04, 2012

JUANA LA LOCA, CONCLUSION (PART III)

(Parts I and II are found in the two previous blogs)

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Overjoyed at the prospect of seeing her father after five years of separation, Juana prepares to meet him in Tortoles where ‘together they will claim her throne’. Dressed in her best finery she meets her father who has ‘come home to her’. After a brief welcoming session, Juana discovers that her father just like Philip had no intention of stepping back and let Juana assume her throne. He set spies on Juana and began intercepting her mail. It was obvious that her beloved father became a stranger, a person she did not know. Sensing danger she decided that it was time for her coronation to take place in Toledo. Fernando’s response was that there would be no coronation of Juana, that her mother was dead and that he ruled now!

The final years with Philip and his web of deception came back to haunt her. This time she could not escape the depression that followed and she felt that indeed she would go mad. She had been betrayed too many times and no longer could tell what was real and what was delusional.

Indeed her father was working against her, forbidding anyone to go and see Juana, Fernando kept her isolated from anyone who might be of help to her. During this time Juana discovered that her father had married King Louis’ niece, Germaine de Foix, the same woman who had disrespected Juana during the visit to France. It was obvious that Fernando wanted a new Queen to provide him with a son and hence an heir for Aragon. Juana’s children would be prevented from inheriting the throne if Fernando had a son of his own.

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Mary interceding for Juana, altar piece.

Juana’s advisor suggested that they go to war against her father and win Castile for herself and her children but she knew what she must do. The following is a quote from Gortner’s book : “It had been with me all this time, the hour when I must face both my past and my future and decide my own course. I had been a pawn blown by the vagaries of fate for most of my life: an innocent girl used for a political alliance, a wife deceived and manipulated for her crown. Now at long last, I had the strength to be the woman I had always wanted to be, the queen my mother had believed I could become.” There would be no war, she forbade it. Castile would come first, she would no longer run. No matter where she went her father would pursue her and he would endanger the lives of her children.

Once more Fernando tried to get rid of Juana by planning a marriage with the kind of England but Juana would not agree to such an arrangement. At this point he demanded that she ‘voluntarily abdicate’ but once again she declined to do her father’s bidding. At this point Fernando knew what he had to do, just as Juana knew what he would do. The 'loving father' had his daughter locked in her room until a few days later when Fernando’s men came for her. They brought her to Tordesillas and dumped her in a fortress. The doors shut, she never left those walls. She was finally home.

Following Juana's imprisonment in Tordesillas in 1509, her father, Fernando of Aragon ruled Spain until his death in 1516. Upon his death the throne passed to Juana’s son, Charles (Carlos) of Habsburg. Charles always favored Flanders and heavily taxed Spain, but that’s another story. In 1555 Charles abdicated and bequeathed Spain to his son Philip II. Philip elevated Spain to prominence and power, at a heavy cost to the people.
Juana, the titular Queen of Spain, remained a prisoner even under the reign of her son, he too was hungry for power and did not care what happened to his mother.

Betrayed by her husband, her father, the Bishop, and her son Carlos I (also known as Carlos V), Juana the rightful Queen of Castile, remained a prisoner for 46 years. Juana La Loca died April 12, 1555 at the age of 75.

Juana and Felipe are buried side by side in the Cathedral of Granada, next to Queen Isabel and King Fernando.

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I have visited the tombs and am delighted to say that the Italian sculptor Domenico Fancelli, creator of the tombs, saw fit to sculpt Juana and Felipe looking away from each other. Forever together, forever unforgiven, forever unforgiving.

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Monument in Tordesilla to honor their famous 'prisoner'.


A Few Facts - Juana, daughter of Isabel and Fernando:

Queen of Castile and León
Reign 26 November 1504 – 12 April 1555
(50 years, 137 days

Queen of Aragon
Reign 23 January 1516 – 12 April 1555
(39 years, 79 days)

Juana and Felipe’s children:

Eleanor, Queen of Portugal and France
Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor
Isabella, Queen of Denmark
Ferdinand I, Holy Roman Emperor
Mary, Queen of Hungary
Catherine, Queen of Portugal


MAY THE COURAGEOUS JUANA AND HER LOVING HEART, REST IN PEACE.

I hope that the readers of this story enjoyed the slightly different kind of post.

Updated: 10:49 PM GMT on February 05, 2012

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