~photo by Gill Landry - if you haven't heard his music before you should
FROM A CHILDHOOD
Rich darkness round the room was streaming
where the boy sat, quite hidden in himself.
His mother came, a dream within his dreaming,
and a glass quivered on a silent shelf.
Feeling the room had given her away,
she kissed him--"So it's you" --and let him be...
Then both glanced at the piano timidly,
for often of an evening she would play,
and had a song that drew him deep and clung.
He sat there very still. His large gaze hung
upon her hand which, under bright rings bowing,
as though with labor through a snow-drift plowing,
over the white keys softly swung.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
I am reading Rainer Maria Rilke this week....trying to get into the frame of mind for blog writing. Making jewelry, enjoying the 70 degree weather here in Georgia this weekend...it's the beginning of Feb. and I am wearing a tank top, shorts, and have all the windows open at 9:30 at night. I am in love with life on days like these.