Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 1 Corinthians 13:4-5: Today is the day for celebrating love if you can. There are times whenContinue reading “Happy Valentine’s Day 2022”
Author Archives: Jean Anne Feldeisen
“There is always in February some one day, at least, when one smells the yet distant, but surely coming summer.”
— Gertrude Jekyll This week we had our Maine version of that day. If you didn’t look at the mixture of slush and snow and ice on the ground and only watched the sunrise, felt the warm breeze on your face as you walked along, you could almost picture, or at least almost hope thatContinue reading ““There is always in February some one day, at least, when one smells the yet distant, but surely coming summer.””
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”
— Martin Luther King, Jr. February, the month of love, the month that the sun begins to reappear, the shortest month technically, though it often seems to go on forever. Welcome to February. We have survived two blizzards since last week’s newsletter. At last, we are getting what seems more like a Maine winter. IContinue reading ““Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.””
Winter dawn is the color of metal, the trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.
—Sylvia Plath I think nerves are a good topic for this week. Because of things getting on them. Like the persistent below zero cold, the ice-covered driveway that forbids me to take more than take one ginger-step at a time, the sameness of the house and the company. I am craving interesting things and ifContinue reading “Winter dawn is the color of metal, the trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.“
It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice- Wallace Stevens
I am glad to have reached the middle of January before the bleakness of the month hit me. I use the tired, cold, bleak, giving-up feelings as fuel for writing poetry. I think poetry has the ability, like many arts, to make you feel better about the very depressing thing you are writing about orContinue reading “It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice- Wallace Stevens”
January so far has been icy and dreary in my part of the world
As usual, 2022 moves along despite our misgivings, predictions, or plans. The sun continues its apparent travel higher up into the sky and the minutes of daylight ever-so-gradually increase. We here in Maine have had lots of rain, ice, snow showers, and cloudy skies. The holiday hubbub has abated and we are left trying toContinue reading “January so far has been icy and dreary in my part of the world”
January so far has been icy and dreary in my part of the world
Happy New Year to all of you. Thank you so much for reading my weekly letter. I am grateful for the many people who have read and especially those who have taken a minute to comment or encourage me. The weather outside has been frightful at times and I appreciate the warm fire, candles, andContinue reading “January so far has been icy and dreary in my part of the world”
Welcome to my home at the birth of this new year
This Christmas was full of a mixture of things. Our granddaughter came from school in Ireland to bake and prepare for the holiday and enjoy spending time with us. Our grandson (he was vaccinated but got pretty sick anyway) had recently recovered from Covid and was tired but glad to be out of isolation. AnotherContinue reading “Welcome to my home at the birth of this new year”
Welcome to my home. Happy Holidays
This Christmas was full of a mixture of things. Our granddaughter came from school in Ireland to bake and prepare for the holiday and enjoy spending time with us. Our grandson (he was vaccinated but got pretty sick anyway) had recently recovered from Covid and was tired but glad to be out of isolation. AnotherContinue reading “Welcome to my home. Happy Holidays”
Now it is darkening
The first disappointment was the 2-week postponement on the closing of our mother’s house. Followed by the publication of my poem the same day. Funny how life can give you such different things on the same day. Christmas at Our House in the ‘50s Love, generosity, and gratitude were part of the ritual. Loud stompingContinue reading “Now it is darkening”
Jean Feldeisen 