I’m nobody, who are you?
This literary paper doll was a birthday gift from my mom about 5 years ago. She lives on a shelf in my studio, staring at me from behind a glazed ceramic urn full of Tardis dessert flags.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Her deceptively simple poetry quickens the mind, the heart, the blood, the creativity that dwells within us all, hidden yet frantic to escape.
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Oh gosh … I love that one too!!!
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Thanks! It was a gift from my mom. She bought it in New York state a few years ago….
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http://www.philosophersguild.com/Emily-Dickinson-Card.html
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Dickinson is one of my favorite poets. Her poems are not muddled by needless complexity, but say so much
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Beautifully stated, and agreed on all counts!
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I love the poems of Emily Dickenson. I have read her biography, too. Here is a favorite youtube video of one of her homes.
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This has always been a favourite of mine. Thanks for stopping by and sharing!
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This is a lovely post in many ways – the story of your mom’s gift – how you keep it with your Tardis desert flags and the facts about Emily Dickinson – it was nice to read that!
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Thanks! I’m really close to my mom (who only lives two hours away, but still!) and am surrounded in my studio by little, thoughtful gifts she has given me over the years. And those Tardis dessert flags were used at my wedding (I bought them for my husband) so I am reminded of that day, well, every day. 🙂 I love your blog, by the way.
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