“Advice is like the snow. The softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon and the deeper it sinks into the mind.”
– Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Oskar Bergman, Swedish, 1879-1963
A forest in winter. 1904

“Advice is like the snow. The softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon and the deeper it sinks into the mind.”
– Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Oskar Bergman, Swedish, 1879-1963
A forest in winter. 1904

Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.
– Washington Irving
Art – Evgeny Lushpin, Coming Home for Christmas (2013)

“Happiness is like those palaces in fairy tales whose gates are guarded by dragons: we must fight in order to conquer it.”
– Alexandre Dumas, “The Count Of Monte Cristo”
Art – Daniel Merriam

Today is Romania’s National Day!
Romania is my country and the sweet hills covered in vineyards are my home place.
I have yet to find more beauty in the world as to measure the balmy vineyards in the shade of moonlit evenings.
Here, in Romania, Beauty follows you everywhere. When you think you’ve lost it, it’s there breathing magic on your neck, tugging at your sleeve with gorgeous sunsets, misty mountains, bluish lakes, Shire-like emerald hills, fortresses that once kept invaders at bay…
This is a text written in 2017 for the blog of a dear friend. https://mohamadkarbi.com/romania/
In the picture – Curtea de Arges Monastery

Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world.
~ Nicholas Nickleby, Charles Dickens
Art – Joseph Wright of Derby (1734–1797)

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
—Pablo Neruda
Photo – sunset on Corfu island by Iulia Halatz

“And you, November, are stunning. I don’t just mean that you’re beautiful, which you certainly are. I mean that you radiate kindness and laughter at the same time that you’re besting everyone with your knife skills. You trust people and believe in their goodness, even when everyone around you attacks and betrays you. I’ve never met anyone like you in my life and I would have to be the most foolish person alive not to tell you so.”
― Adriana Mather, Hunting November
Art – Eugène Galien-Laloue [1854-1941]

Eugène Galien-Laloue Tutt’Art@
“Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.”
Pablo Neruda
Art – Félix Vallotton, The Visit, 1899

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
The Judgement of Paris is a story from Greek mythology, which was one of the events that led up to the Trojan War and in later versions of the story to the foundation of Rome.
Eris, the goddess of discord, was not invited to the wedding of Peleus and Thetis. In revenge, Eris brought a golden apple, inscribed, “To the fairest one,” which she threw into the wedding. Three goddesses, Hera, Athena and Aphrodite, agreed to have Paris of Troy choose the fairest one. Paris chose Aphrodite, because she bribed him by giving him the most beautiful woman in the world, Helen of Sparta, wife of Menelaus. Paris carried Helen off to Troy, and the Greeks invaded Troy for Helen’s return. This was the cause of the Trojan War. Figuratively, the phrase, “The Judgment of Paris,” can mean the ultimate origin of a war or other event.
Art – “Judgement of Paris” by Michael Cheval
