Spring GIVEAWAY At the BAGGARAGGS

HEY WORLD out there!!!
I am having a GiveAWAY.
no reason really...Just thought I would say thanks.
I offer you this angel named Chronicles, someone who will help, HELP you , remind you to keep track of your STORY. To be mindful that your History is important, and a Worthy TALE to be TOLD...
So sign up, leave a COMMENT! That's all ya gotta do. NO follow if you don't feel like it...
AND,

This is GIVEAWAY is OPEN to my Friends in Denmark, and Australia.

The drawing will take place two weeks from TODAY...whatever day that is...Lets see...APRIL 14th!.
So sign up, leave me  a comment. AND GOOD LUCK.
Love, Robin
P.S. please leave me someway to contact you...Otherwise I won't be able to find you and that would be BAD.

Favorite Poem, Favorite Poet

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

~ e.e.cummings ~

(Complete Poems 1904-1962)

Happy St. Pats!

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The Rough Magic

It is a quiet morning in the Baggaraggs. Albert and I have had our morning stroll out back. I found our neighbor's cat inside the Pool Cage, he had fallen through the screening at the top, as it is old and needs repair. Poor thing, he was meowing up a storm when I came out the back sliders, and came right over to me even though I had the dog.
It is a balmy 73 degrees here and the Light is perfect and the Birds are composing their melodies for the neighborhood.
The Seasons are changing, not that the seasons in the Baggaraggs are so dramatic. But the Golden Rain tree has begun to leaf, and the amaryllis is up and trumpeting. It has been a mild winter, and the browns will soon turn to green, the growing things will wake.
These mornings I struggle to find the words that define the magic that comes with ordinary living. I think of the Morning Prayer and the lighting of the candle, asking for the Presence of the Divine to be in my Home, and in Me. I think of the days this winter when I made a fire, and the very magic of the kindling. I think of the fusion of the tastes that made the soup, and the tending of it with a kind of Wonder, and the transition of the Flour into Bread. The smell of it baking fills my Home with a singular kind of Peace and Comfort. I can almost feel the healing of it in its Smell.
Today, with these words, I give thanks for what I call the Rough Magic. The transitional moments when Chemistry Changes the flour and yeast to bread, the veggies and meat to soup, the seed to a flower.

I believe that God is in those moments. I believe that God is always present in the Making. And I am Thankful.