Bees, wine & flowers

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

Source: Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

Image: Jennifer Healy

Inky’s Thoughts: This morning the porch was filled with the soft buzz of bees there to visit the roses. I moved among them, sitting in a rocker, a cup of java nearby and just let the soft song, and sweep of wings lull me as I moved gently with a soft creak back, and forth. Back, and forth.  My chest grew warm, spreading slowly throughout my body burning everything away leaving only peace.   Every morning, I thought, should start like this….

…the world

……is quiet here.

Source: Lemony Snicket

Image: Keith Thompson

Inky’s take:  it feels calm, quiet, and very uneasy.   I love it.

steampunk

 

 

Image: Brooke Gillette

Inky’s thoughts: I ran across this and fell in love with the detail, and vibrant color in the mask. Had to share.

little girl blue..

Oh sit there, oh count those raindrops

Oh, feel ’em falling down, oh honey all around you.

Honey don’t you know it’s time, I feel it’s time,

Somebody told you ’cause you got to know

That all you ever gonna have to count on

Or gonna wanna lean on

It’s gonna feel just like those raindrops do

When they’re falling down, honey, all around you.

Source: Little Girl Blue written by Lorenz Hart & Richard Rodgers –  and owned by Janis Joplin

Image: found @ Getty

Inky’s Thoughts:  Today, today was .. just…  whew…

I couldn’t wait to get home, turn off the phone ringer, stuff the receiver down the side of the couch, grab my headphones, flip on the stereo, volume up as high as I could stand and let Janis take apart the world while I nursed a glass of wine…….

Little Girl Blue, and Cry Baby suits me right down to my toes tonight.

Flip side..

The flip side of freedom is this: When you’re completely free, you’re also completely on your own.

Source: Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

Image: found @ forwallpaper.com

Inky’s thought:  Somehow being completely free, and on my own doesn’t scare me like being held captive and unable to set myself free.

Been there, done that..   will never go there again.  Bars, are not always made of steel….

Timeless

IMAGE: andrei-oprinca.deviantart.com

…a shame

‘I don’t mean to be rude’ I said, ‘but what are you people?’

‘We’re peculiar,’ he replied, sounding a bit puzzled. ‘Aren’t you?;

‘I don’t know. I don’t think so’

‘That’s a shame.’

Source: Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

Image: Sara Jane Szikora

Inky’s Take: Peculiar, hmmmm (flipping through her dictionary, finally alighting on one page)…  it doesn’t mean frightening, dangerous, evil, or cataclysmic.

(reads further) It just means different.  (tosses the dictionary) How prosaic…

…hats!

Art: Lori Preusch

searchin’ for lonely…

The loneliest creature on Earth is a whale who has been calling out for a mate for over two decades — whose high-pitched voice is so different to other whales that they never respond.

Source: UK Daily Mail

Image: found @ helloincredible.com

Inky’s Take: It’s unknown the whale type, or the reason for the variation in the call. Even so a group of scientist will begin the search this autumn for the whale called, Lonely.

There is such an ache in my heart for this creature.

…the ends of the earth. Embraced

So where has love gone?
Will I ever reach it?
The Cape of Storms echoes the pain I feel inside

You’ll never notice
The colour of sin
Just as the storm clouds closes in
It’s dark

Here in the shadows
I am pursued
Until the ends of the earth
Embraced

The ghost ship wanders far
For there is no guiding star
And this treasure has no meaning anymore

So where do I sail?
A ship losing control
My cries swallowed up, lost in the raging sea

So where has love gone?
Will I ever reach it?
The Cape of Storms echoes the pain I feel inside

You know completely
The taste of sin
Melting sweet in your mouth
Like chocolate

A moment of pleasure
You are fulfilled
But every dream has its time
To die

The ghost ship wanders far
For there is no guiding star
And this treasure has no meaning anymore

Will this be my fate?
So where do I sail?
A ship losing control
My cries swallowed up, lost in the raging sea

So where has love gone?
Will I ever reach it?
The Cape of Storms echoes the pain I feel inside

Source: The Cape of Storms, Hyde 

Image: found at http://marluuna.over-blog.com/

Inky’s take: Man I *love* the stanza

You know completely

The taste of sin

Melting sweet in your mouth

Like chocolate

(sighs) It’s been a Hyde kinda day.  You know the kind; where you immerse yourself in dark, erotic, sensual music as you write, subsist on apple slices, and work your way through the Glenlivet stash.