This post ends my year-long skim through some lines in Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poems. I discovered this poem, “The Shepherd,” pasted in the back of “The Friendship Birthday Book” that contained the Longfellow lines. This poem by Laurence Binyon was apparently special to the person recording birthdays in the little green book. The line that sticks out to me is “now he has joy within.” The shepherd was alone in the evening doing his work—and he experienced joy. Joy from within.
“They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green.” Psalm 92:14
Happy National Author’s Day!
“Deeds are better things than words are” – a line from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem, “Hiawatha.” What’s a simple, but impactful, deed you could do for wordsmiths (authors)? Enter a review (even just a sentence) on Amazon. You don’t need to have purchased the book there. So, if you’ve read “Surviving the Pink Ribbon” and it was helpful, please click here to go to my book’s page and enter a review. On that page, scroll down past Product Details, About the Author and Products Related to Review This Product. Click on Write a Customer Review.
Alfred Brendel was a renowned classical pianist. He’s also known to have said, “The word ‘listen’ contains the same letters as the word ‘silent’.” When I was navigating breast cancer treatment, the most precious gift was the gift of someone’s presence. Even silent presence can speak loudly.
Timeless words from “Hiawatha” poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:
“All your strength is in your union,
All your danger is in discord.”
Honored to be a guest blogger for Gilda’s Club spreading the message of some of the many ways they help those with cancer and their co-survivors. Read the guest blog here: https://www.gildasclubmadison.org/blog/starting-and-stopping-starting-again/
Lines from the Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poem, A Gleam of Sunshine, come to mind as I cross on a walk-bridge in rural Kentucky:
“The past and present here unite
Beneath time’s flowing tide,
Like footprints hidden by a brook,
But seen on either side.”
A Gleam of Sunshine poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Every year I am amazed that tiny seeds become yummy vegetables. The photo shows a carrot seed (under the first stitched “R”). Every day I am surrounded by awe-inspiring design in the world around me. Working in the garden reminds me to notice and appreciate these dependable and intricate designs.
September 4, 2021
Best of Janesville Vintage Mall
I’m joining other local authors discussing and signing our books.
And I will also have books for sale.
The flower at a highway rest stop stands tall. My mind drifts to thoughts of stance. I stand a bit straighter. My view—viewpoint changes. My look—outlook adjusts. I should think of that flower more often.