An experience beyond thought ...

I intended to blog when my weekend came to a close, but got inspired to blog sooner after reading my new Artful Blogging magazine.

Today is Thanksgiving ... and I am having what is traditional for me which is a meal totally untraditional for most of those in the US, lol. So far, I've had a raw fruit pie and chased that down with my favorite chocolate:

It's wonderful to feel healthy, loved, and surrounded by beauty and books.

I'm currently practicing the art of allowing ... it surprisingly requires no strain, this sweet sensation of surrender.

This morning I sat in the warmth of the sun on my patio, feeling the caress of the breeze and watched the clouds as they were quickly swept from my line of vision.

My preference would be to not feel as physically run down as I do. Thankfully, I have this weekend to rejuvenate.

Thanks to a movie I watched recently which was based on the true story of the poet, John Keats, I am pondering the art of poetry.

I became engrossed as he tried define poetry: "A poem needs understanding through the senses ... The point of diving in the lake is not immediately to swim to the shore, but to be in the lake ... to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out ... it is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery."

It fascinates me ... those whose work is posthumous ... He wrote 150 poems.  The poems his reputation most rests upon were written in the span of nine months, from January to September 1819.  I like the way it was phrased "This intense flowering of talent remains unparalleled in literary history."

The theme to his poem, A Thing of Beauty is that beauty can be found anywhere and when appreciated can be used to raise your spirits in times of gloom. Mmmmm, yes!  My motto all along =)