“Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances” by Walt Whitman.

When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while
    holding me by the hand,
When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and
    reason hold not, surround us and pervade us,
Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am
    silent, I require nothing further,


It’s the birthday of Walt Whitman (books by this author), born in West Hills, Long Island, New York (1819). Whitman worked as a printing press typesetter, teacher, journalist, and newspaper editor. He was working as a carpenter, his father’s trade, and living with his mother in Brooklyn, when he read Ralph Waldo Emerson’s essay “The Poet,” which claimed the new United States needed a poet to properly capture its spirit. Whitman decided he was that poet. “I was simmering, simmering, simmering,” Whitman later said. “Emerson brought me to a boil.”
Whitman began work on his collection Leaves of Grass, crafting an American epic that celebrated the common man. He did most of the typesetting for the book himself, and he made sure the edition was small enough to fit in a pocket, later explaining, “I am nearly always successful with the reader in the open air.” He was 37 years old when he paid for the publication of 795 copies out of his own pocket.
Many of Whitman’s poems were criticized for being openly erotic. One of Whitman’s earliest reviews had called the book “a mass of stupid filth,” accusing Whitman of “that horrible sin not to be mentioned among Christians.” But rather than censoring himself, Whitman added 146 poems to his third edition.
He began to grow a literary reputation that swung from genius to moral reprobate, depending on the reader. Thoreau wrote, “It is as if the beasts spoke.” Willa Cather referred to Whitman as “that dirty old man.” Emerson praised Whitman’s collection as “the most extraordinary piece of wit and wisdom America has yet contributed,” and the critic William Michael Rossetti proclaimed that Whitman was a talent on par with Shakespeare.
Whitman left New York when his brother was wounded in the Civil War, traveling to Virginia and then to Washington, D.C., to serve as a volunteer Army hospital nurse. He had a reputation for unconventional clothing and manners. He wrote, “I cock my hat as I please, indoors and out.” With the help of well-placed friends, Whitman eventually found work as a low-level clerk in the Department of the Interior. But when former Iowa Senator James Harlan discovered Whitman worked in his department, he had him dismissed, proclaiming Leaves of Grass was “full of indecent passages,” and that Whitman himself was a “very bad man” and a “free lover.”
Whitman’s friend William Douglas O’Connor immediately came to his defense. He arranged for Whitman to be transferred to the attorney general’s office, and he published a pamphlet refuting Harlan’s charges. Titled The Good Gray Poet: A Vindication, the small book praised Whitman’s “nobleness of character” and went on to quote from positive reviews — and to ridicule Harlan as an under-read philistine.
The pamphlet became more than a vindication: it helped to radically alter the average reader’s perception of Whitman as both a writer and as a man: Out with the image of the bawdy nonconformist and in with the “good gray poet,” the nickname for Whitman that is still popular to this day.
Whitman spent the last 20 years of his life revising and expanding Leaves of Grass, issuing the eighth and final edition in 1891, saying it was “at last complete — after 33 y’rs of hackling at it, all times & moods of my life, fair weather & foul, all parts of the land, and peace & war, young & old.”
Today, most scholars agree that Whitman was likely gay. When he was asked directly, toward the end of his life, Whitman declined to answer. But he did say, shortly before he died, that sex was “the thing in my work which has been most misunderstood — that has excited the roundest opposition, the sharpest venom, the unintermitted slander, of the people who regard themselves as the custodians of the morals of the world.”



remaining silent speaks royally


and owls always have a 360 view

and incredible GPS

(keep stretching that neck)

A World of Teal


My sister-in-law in 2006

Meaning of The Color Teal.

  refreshing, feminine, calming, sophisticated,

energy, wisdom, serenity, wholeness,

creativity, emotional balance, good luck,

spiritual grounding, friendship, love, joy,

tranquility, patience, intuition, and loyalty.

Gifts of the Holy Spirit








discerning spirits

gift of tongues

interpretation of tongues

Fruits of the Spirit

charity, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, long- suffering, mildness, faith, modesty, continency, chastity

Definition: #182 Wisdom

Wesley McNair Poetry Laureate of Maine USA

Wesley McNair
Poetry Laureate of Maine USA


Mangling a Proverb:

He is not wise that parrots the wise.

Wendy Videlock

Last night
we listened to
Wesley McNair
the Maine Poet Laureate
@the delightful Southwest Harbor Library.
He read:
“When She Wouldn’t”
a poem about his Mom’s death
a lost child
with complex family feelings from the Ozark’s.
Her language:
“This a way-that  a way”
brought reconciliation and gratitude
in the end.

His notes,
written in longhand
told a harsh story
its grief
and glory.

Many poets read
when he had finished.

They parroted
the sentiments;
but mostly griped about the cold winter.

And thus,
left his wisdom in the snow

to thaw
its lonesome way home.

Definition #161 Four Women

Four Women Quenby's Fortieth Birthday March 25, 2015

Four Women
Quenby’s Fortieth Birthday
March 25, 2015

Four Women share sun:

wisdom, roots, blond, brunette hairs:

Sedona’s magic!


In the Christian tradition, today is Annunciation Day, commemorating the announcement to the Virgin Mary by the Angel Gabriel that she would give birth to the Messiah
It’s the birthday of the feminist writer and activist who said, “A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle”:Gloria Steinem
 “I’m a full-time believer in writing habits, pedestrian as it all may sound.
 And the fact is if you don’t sit there every day, the day it would come well, you won’t be sitting there.”
Flannery O’Connor


Woo Hoo!

Thank you Hanna Anderson for the GIF.

Who knew forgiveness
is a transformation?
unclasp-let it go!

Gifts of the Spirit

edible flowers

edible flowers

Gifts of the Spirit


slaves or free
we all drink of one spirit.


Tongue Twister#10 Water

glass sphere on water

on the wharf

on the waves

in the wet

wide within:

and why
and who we are!


Riddle#27 Holy Mountain

stump with shoot
From the stump will grow a shoot!
Isaiah 11:1
The Spirit will rest upon Him:
wolf and lamb
leopard and goats
lions and cows
babies and snakes
Nothing will hurt or destroy in all God’s holy mountain.
A glorious place!

Holy Mountain
A shoot
from the stump
leopards and goats share
babies and snakes share
Nothing hurts or destroys on God’s Holy Mountain!

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