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To the Stars and Beyond

There are at LEAST two reasons to find a copy of Guy Murchie’s Music of the Spheres.  His command of language is one.  If you can find a copy, just read the first chapter to get a sense of what I mean.  It opens thus:  “The stars beneath my feet stare upward, strange and bold.  They do not twinkle.  They burn steadfastly in the black, bottomless sky.”  The second reason is the artwork, illustrations done by Murchie himself.  The book was first published in 1961.   Written over fifty years later, I’m not sure how much of what Murchie wrote in over 600+ pages stands the test of time, but it surely perseveres as a beautiful poetic discourse on the workings of the universe.

Chet Raymo’s Soul of Night, published in 2005,  reminded me of Music of the Spheres with its melding of science, art and philosophy.  It is a compilation of lyrical essays that allow even the non-scientist to imagine and explore heady concepts of astronomy.  Each essay is prefaced by detailed Michael McCurdy wood engravings.  You can find more of McCurdy’s work here:  http://www.michaelmccurdy.com/  Chet Raymo is Professor Emeritus at Stone Hil College in Massachusetts.  He used to write for the Boston Globe but now his essays can be found at http://www.sciencemusings.com/

The Cats’ Arabian Nights was first published by D. Lothrop of Boston in 1881.  It was written by Abby Morton Diaz and illustrated by a number of artists.  I found the book in a small antiques shop while traveling through Virginia.  The images hooked me more so than the book’s  story which is a feline rendition of the classic Arabian Nights tale.  Since returning to Boston, I have begun to research the author (who had strong and important Boston connections) and the illustrators. It has been much easier to find information on Ms. Diaz, e.g. http://womenshistory.about.com/library/etext/bl_townsend_diaz.htm

Of all the illustrators listed in the book, Lizzie Lawson intrigues me most.  Her images moved me to buy the book.  I think because her drawings seem filled with such emotion.

Waiting for Mama

I was browsing in the Curious George bookstore in Harvard Square when this book called out to me.  The story is sweet and simple, about a young child trying to find Mama.  The smoky hued illustrations depict a Korean town circa 1938.  Written in both Korean and English, I bought it as a gift for a young Korean American friend of mine but I think its quite suitable as a gift for anyone of any age who enjoys being transported by words and images to a different world.

The Little Yellow Leaf

When I first picked up a camera a few years ago, I mostly took pictures of trees and forests.  Now I most often take pictures of branches and leaves.   Outside my window right now are the mostly bare branches of a great oak tree.  I say mostly because I can see hanging on with great tenacity a small rust colored leaf.  It is the only one, and though the wind blows quite heartily, that leaf does not fall.  Not yet.  There is great beauty, great strength in the tree that towers over my room, but so is there in the leaf.  From my perch at my desk I cannot get a full view of the tree,  of its magnificence, but the leaf attached to its branch fills my vision.  To sit and reflect on a leaf is one of those magic moments of rest that I think helps me get through the more hectic parts of my life.  A moment of rest and reflection and a heightened awareness of simple rustic beauty … that is what it is like to read Carin Berger’s The Little Yellow Leaf.

No wonder blue is my favorite color.

By Blackwater Creek

Light on a Leaf

New to Creativity Portal.com:  yellow-leaves-2-lores2

http://www.creativity-portal.com/articles/cynthia-staples/light-on-leaf.html

Enjoy.

The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature has just posted a bit of microfiction on its website.  The story is based on a real incident involving my family.  Enjoy.

http://www.deadmule.com/fiction/2008/12/seeds-1-in-our-christmas-homecoming-microfiction-series/

Bird Nest by the Charles

Bird Nest

The cover art hooked me first and then the words inside.  If I had the money, this book is one I would buy for all of the women in my life … even those without a garden.  The prose is simple and thought provoking.I’m not sure what else to say about this book, except that when I read it, it is like stepping into a calm place.