Why is this a blogue?

  • Why is this a blogue, not a blog? It’s just an old-fashioned touch that harkens back to less-hurried (and harried) times, when a letter took a while to get delivered, and a reply took a while longer. When books were savored for their precious rarity. When news came in slowly for the most part and could be thoughtfully considered. A rapid-fire flow of constant info-junk tends to make me twitchy. When you visit my blogue, I invite you to take a nice deep breath, absorb things a little at a time, wander in a serendipitous fashion, and generally remember that even in the ultra-speedy world of the Internet, you control the pace of your life.

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January 03, 2009


carolee clark

Oh, what a wonderful post, and I am smiling that I came across it just now, as one of the pieces I currently have in progress is an old fashioned stationary box! I just love writing letters, especially using beautiful pens (venetian glass pens are a favorite) and unusual inks, then sealing the envelope with stamped wax. It's been awhile since I've found the time, but is a definite intention for the New Year!

And how wonderful that you are passing your Mother's letters on to your nieces too.

One of my absolute favorite books is "Between Ourselves: Letters Between Mothers and Daughters 1750-1982" - a compilation spanning over 200 years of written correspondence between mothers and daughters, with many of the letters touching on the issues of that particular time.

Thanks so much for the serendipitous post - You're inspiring me to get busy and complete that stationary box. :)

~ Carolee


Oh, Carolee, please do come back and post a link to that box when it's done, will you? And thanks for the book recommendation too!

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  • Moon

    When the planet turns its face toward the dark, our nocturnal nature draws us out into the realm of Moon. This is a dominion of dreams that we explore with our senses fully awake. The subconscious spills into consciousness, allowing us to see what is not revealed by sight alone. Strange sounds come to our ears, intoxicating perfumes reach our noses, things appear that only emerge in darkness. We creep softly, following our moonshadows over the colorless world.
    This card is Moon, from my Mystical Cats Tarot, illustrated by Mickie Mueller. Click the image for a larger version.