Mornings

Every morning
the world
is created. 
Under the orange 

sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again 

and fasten themselves to the high branches ---
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands 

of summer lilies. 
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails...

~ Mary Oliver, Morning Poem

For Zoey

Zoey, sweet beloved
Whose thoughtfulness
Overflows,
Graceful in manner,
Elegant in spirit.

Grow up and
Spread your light,
Be a conqueror yet benevolent,
Strong in mind,
And always kind.

Much, much love,
Tita N.

A Poem For Xenia

"I put this on,

my big sister's dress

and you take some snaps,

and some more snaps...

here, here, like this

as I sniff the rose."

Animated laughter

Snorting, Roaring,

Giggling,

All those yellings

Xenia zapping

my serial disquiet. :)

With Much, Much Love,
Tita N.

Focus on the positive

Life can seem a tangle, in and out of focus.
Don't concentrate on the tangle.
Concentrate on the places
where one line in the tangle
crosses another line in the tangle.

~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes

On a grander perspective

“...two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and, 
so far as the universe is concerned, unnecessary.” 

― Aldous Huxley

and I believe so.

xx Tara Estacaan :)
indigo girl

something to make you smile

Life has been beautiful. :)

Tara Estacaan

Live your best life

And if you can’t shape your life the way you want,
at least try as much as you can
not to degrade it
by too much contact with the world,
by too much activity and talk.

Try not to degrade it by dragging it along,
taking it around and exposing it so often
to the daily silliness
of social events and parties,
until it comes to seem a boring hanger-on.

C.P. Cavafy, Collected Poems, "As Much As You Can"