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November

It was November ~ the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.
L.M. Montgomery

It was November ~ the month of promiscuous trees, turbulent moons dressed up in haze, opal leaves layering the smock of earth.

 

Art by Charles Vess.

 

W. Somerset Maugham

Coffee and Somerset for me …

W.Somerset Maugham- 25 January 1874 – 16 December 1965.

Uncanny observer of human nature and my personal trainer and influencer:

“It was a night so beautiful that your soul seemed hardly able to bear the prison of the body.”

“Irony is a gift of the gods, the most subtle of all the modes of speech. It is an armour and a weapon; it is a philosophy and a perpetual entertainment; it is food for the hungry of wit and drink to those thirsting for laughter…”

“The faculty for myth is innate in the human race. It seizes with avidity upon any incidents, surprising or mysterious, in the career of those who have at all distinguished themselves from their fellows, and invents a legend to which it then attaches a fanatical belief. It is the protest of romance against the commonplace of life.”

“All the words I use in my stories can be found in the dictionary—it’s just a matter of arranging them into the right sentences.”

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– His stories are as simple and as beautiful as cherry blossoms in the moonlight.
kaii-higashiyama-cherry-blossoms-in-the-moon-light-1982
Art by Kaii Higashiyama.

Fathers

“Fathers die. You keep on loving them in any way you can. You can’t hide him away in your heart”. Michael Ondaatje.

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My father gave me everything I have. My father gave me everything I need to acquire everything I have and will have.

He gave me my looks, my strength, my wisdom, my desire to better myself and to do more everyday.

Above all, he gave me his wonderful big eyes and told me to see… The beauty of the world, the beauty in people, the beauty of patience, the beauty of trying, the beauty of words…

I haven’t inherited his talent for drawing…

I am trying to mould this into painting with words. I stain my finger tips in jars of blue, green, red, yellow words, I put them on paper and I hope they arrange into colourful sketches of feelings.

All my promises are for him…

My strife* is for him as he taught me that it is important to know who you are… but…far more important is:

WHAT YOU DO FOR WHO YOU ARE

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*Strife =  the act of striving**, earnest endeavour.

Source: Webster’s 1913 dictionary.

**Strive = to make efforts, to endeavour with earnestness.

summer-day-1891Summer day by his favorite painter, Ivan Shishkin.