Leda and the Swan

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Being so caught up,

So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

Sunshine Almost Always Makes Me High

John Denver, you wrote a beautiful song. Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry. Thanks for thinking of all of us challenged by darkness, and writing about sunshine for us.

This is the view from my study window this morning. On a day like today, I don't even see the telephone wires.

I'm reading a fantastic book, Agnes's Jacket, by Gail Hornstein, and getting ideas for putting this blog together.

Hornstein writes people who have been mental health patients, "...when patients try to talk about what they've experienced, people turn away and don't want to be witnesses." Maybe I'll try to do something about that, with this blog.

Testing The Waters

I'm not sure what content will go here yet, but I want the url. Now it is mine.