Rain, Rain – Go Away: Notes from the Pacific Northwest

Musings in Spring: George Orwell

“The point is that the pleasures of spring are available to everybody, and cost nothing.”

Below – Ma Yuan (1190-1279): “Walking on a Mountain Path in Spring”

Art for Spring – Part I of VI: Vladimir Migachev (Russian, contemporary)

Below – “Long Day”

Musings in Spring: Joseph Campbell

“One way or another, we all have to find what best fosters the flowering of our humanity in this contemporary life, and dedicate ourselves to that.”

Art for Spring – Part II of VI: Rinat Minnebaev (Russian, contemporary)

Below – “New York”

A Poem for Today

“The World Is Too Much With Us”
By William Wordsworth

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.—Great God! I’d rather be
A pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

Below – A photograph I took of Triton blowing his wreathed horn on Ocean Beach in San Francisco. Hearing him play made me feel considerably less forlorn.

Art for Spring – Part III of VI: V: R. Morris Patterson (American, contemporary)

Below – “Bluebonnet and Cactus”

Musings in Spring: William Butler Yeats

“Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while.”

Art for Spring – Part IV of VI: Cees Penning (Dutch, contemporary)

Below – “Autumn Treat”

Musings in Spring: Kenneth Oppel

“The sky pulsed with stars. Some people say it makes them lonesome when they stare up at the night sky. I can’t imagine why. There’s no shortage of company. By now there’s not a constellation I can’t name. Orion. Lupus. Serpens. Hercules. Draco. My father taught me all of their stories. So when I look up I see a galaxy of adventures and heroes and villains, all jostling together and trying to outdo one another, and I sometimes want to tell them to hush up and not distract me with their chatter. I’ve glimpsed all the stars ever discovered by astronomers, and plenty that haven’t been.”

Art for Spring – Part V of VI: Andrew Wyeth (American, 1917-2009)

Below – “Cold Spring”

A Second Poem for Today

“A Ritual to Read to Each Other”
By William Stafford

If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the
and following the wrong god home we may miss
           our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of
storming out to play through the broken dike.

And as elephants parade holding each
          elephant’s tail,
but if one wanders the circus won’t find the
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.

And so I appeal to a voice, to something
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the

For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to
the signals we give — yes or no, or maybe —
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.

Art for Spring – Part VI of VI: Edward Hopper (American, 1882-1967)

Below – “East Wind Over Weehawken”

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