The Sun

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 Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful

than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon

and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone–
and how it slides again

out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower

streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance–
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love–
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure

that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you

as you stand there,
empty-handed–
or have you too
turned from this world–

or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

– Mary Oliver

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Today

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Today

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day

– Billy Collins

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Easter Blessings

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An Easter Blessing

Bless this day the joy of life,
The revelation of the flesh,
The paradise of man and wife
Joined to share the gift of bliss.
Bless this day the pain of life,
The passion that redeems the flesh,
The love between a man and wife
Beyond all agony and bliss.

Bless this day the end of life,
The peace within the dying flesh,
The bond between a man and wife
That long outlasts their bit of bliss.

Bless this day the whole of life,
The grace of being more than flesh,
The voyage of a man and wife
Across the mystery of bliss.

– Nicholas Gordon

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Spring

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Spring

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –

When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;

Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush

Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring

The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;

The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush

The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush

With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?

A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning

In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy,

Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,

Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,

Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

– Gerard Manley Hopkins

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Where to store your coffee

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Where to store your coffee.

It is a common misconception that coffee, especially the beans, are best stored in the freezer.
However, coffee beans are porous, so this is not a good idea at all. You run the risk of loosing some of the flavour, but you also risk the beans absorbing other unwelcome odours from your freezer or fridge.
The best place to store your coffee is in a cool, dry place – and in a sealed container. This will give you the best results!

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Spring Haikus

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Spring breeze—

the pine on the ridge

whispers it

 

 

Steam on the bay

past midday…

spring rain

 

 

 

Licking a bamboo leaf’s

spring rain…

mouse

– Kobayashi Issa

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A Spring View

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A Spring View

Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure;  And spring comes green again to trees and grasses  Where petals have been shed like tears  And lonely birds have sung their grief.  …After the war-fires of three months,  One message from home is worth a ton of gold.  …I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin  To hold the hairpins any more.

– Tu Fu (c. 750)

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