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Morningtime, His Birthday

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It is morning and I’ve just woken, the birds are chirping their songs at a slow pace, today is Dan’s birthday and he is asleep now, Peeko has just been fed and groomed and is drinking a low trickle of water from the kitchen faucet like a fountain.  I would wait ‘til later to include a picture but Dan’s not currently appearing in photos at this time, and so I will write. He has chosen a checkerboard cake and later will wave the flame with one hand and it will go right out. He will likely watch “Journeys In Japan” this morning with the Sencha green tea I will make for us. I will set his mug down; it’s his favorite one and doesn’t change; my tea cups rotate based on my mood. We will drink together as I read a book and look out the window, or listen to music. * I thought I had a dream last night I had gotten a letter from my friend when I didn’t see the envelope where I thought I placed it. But it was neatly set on the counter with a wrong bill that came too and will be corrected again.  I

A Song That Moves Like The Speed Of My Walk Down A New York City Street

 * 💕🎶 Nicki Minaj - Super Bass

First Original Painting By Me Now Available

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“The Storm That Shook Me Beautifully” 20 W x 16 H Acrylic paint on canvas click photo and zoom for detail It can be hung with or without a frame. Here’s a photo of the side edge, painting’s on my coffee table. It will come with this card on the back (can be detached), titled, signed,  and dated by me. $100  shipping free If you’d like this, email me at jadenicoleart@gmail.com with shipping address, and I will let you know if it’s still available and how to pay through PayPal.

In A Dream

I memorized and recited my first poem today! I just found this poem by Anna Akhmatova and thought immediately, ‘How beautiful in such few words. I should memorize it.’  She was born in 1889, seems to be my time period. * In A Dream by Anna Ahkmatova Recited  

Paintings To Come

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  My first canvas is drying...and I have a little paint on my hands to wash off. This painting fits well with my current poetry project without planning that purposely.  And my paintings will be available to buy, so be sure to come back or subscribe by email (click the three horizontal lines on the upper left side of the main page) to be notified of new posts. There will be more poetry and art related subjects coming as always.

Painting and Poetry And Some Blue On My Hand

* I found myself driven toward the next work one day, have some words to fit in my hands and some more in a folder, well, a digital one. Music sends me where I've already started out to go and accompanies me there, making it even more real and spellbinding. I made a playlist for these writings, and I listened to that playlist when I painted too, so the paint might be like words and form a poem, too. It was so refreshingly different to paint now with my mind this way, how my mind is okay with something unfinished now, and how I am more aware of dipping brushes in water and drying them, and rinsing them fully afterwards.  It is such a subtle sensation to move the brush over the canvas, all sight, sound, and feeling in one. I had some blue on my hand to wash off; it didn't rinse away so easily, like the painting making art of me, how I've wished to be.  I wished to paint again today, but I will cook dinner soon, and the hot water heater was due to be replaced at home, and so t

Ghazal Poetry: A Form That Lingers

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It is National Poetry Month and so this may be a time to read poems that appeal to you. You might have read about the form of poetry called the ghazal on this blog, specifically by the poet Mir. One technique that ghazals commonly share is the repetition of a word or image. These repetitions make the poems linger and make them memorable, and also very beautiful. Listen to me read "Ghazal" by Mimi Khalvati. Ghazal by Mimi Khalvati A previous post, reading of the poet Mir:  Candlelight and Snowfall

New Poet: Mimi Khalvati, A Poem Whose Sound Informs Its Meaning

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I set the paintbrushes down, letting the new paint on the canvas settle, so thrilling to paint again after eight years of not... and then to let the language of colors and shape make way into the language of poetry. I discovered this new poet and I’ve read a poem I’ve enjoyed of hers aloud. I am excited to have found another living poet and that her birthday is coming this month, just around the birthday of the previous poet, Louise Gluck I’d first read recently (and nice to see Louise lives nearby in Cambridge.) And so a poem unfolds...and all you do is listen :) Afterwardness by Mimi Khalvati

Paintbrushes In My Hand

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Fired up with brushes in my hand, considering colors and art’s language—How I love paintings that are like poems. I will be moved tonight and paint tomorrow. 

Walking Boston A Day In April

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Long ago, when I first moved to Massachusetts from Brooklyn, NY, I used to follow a blog by a girl who lived in Boston and wrote of her observations traveling around the city; it was a beautiful, not very well known blog. Sadly she stopped blogging before I could befriend her. But I’d like to write about my own time in Boston walking around today, with my husband Dan and his cousin, this afternoon and into the night. Even longer ago, when I lived in NY and would walk around Manhattan, I liked the idea of “one second connections,” thought to name it that today.  I’ll glance around and see someone who catches my attention often in some way I feel I can relate to or admire in them. This afternoon I saw a woman walking and looking in my direction. I glanced her way with a slight smile, of course subtle, don’t want people to think I’m suggesting I know them or staring. She kind of came to a gradual stop a little distance away, appeared like lost in a momentary dream. I can relate to having

No Stars, No Moon

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  In The Night * 🎶 “fire in my soul” (except I like to talk to people. I love more than I need.) 🎶 Yesterday:  Deep Thoughts and Some Fun Fairy By Your Bookshelf

Deep Thoughts And Some Fun

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He has rarely stolen my seat like this, but anyway,  there are poetry readings... A Deep Thinking Cat Who Likes Fine Poetry And there are...parties.  Music Moment Today’s first post:  A Fairy By Your Bookshelf

A Fairy By Your Bookshelf

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Oops, please wait just a moment, I need to see my bookshelf first, so I know which books of yours to take. But take a few of mine too, you may like them more than yours, and the other ones we already have the same. ~ * Nicki Minaj - Megatron (Clean)

The Official Site

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  You might see that this blog's address is now  jadenicolebeals.com , the official author site ;), but still with the familiarity and sentimentality of  Blush of Dawn  begun on blogspot in 2010 and revived late 2020, and so the domain is really the only change. I am moving toward my next writing project, and at the same time I had begun reading  The Waves  by Virginia Woolf again, unintentional timing, as I had just finished my second book of poems in all its formats.  Words were coming last night, a long, side path opening up to me, one I had not seen, or had gone down before, and I felt a kind of spirit in them that reminded me of that book I am reading without meaning to copy it or trying to. I had felt a natural affinity with the author and had mentioned her toward the end of the post I had written about my own healing story on this blog. I will pick up where she left off. * A memoir story of my own ~ I step in, he sits across from me, I think, 'Oh, that is the priest who

Some Words On An Herb

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You might see “herbs” listed as an interest on my blogger profile, with the comment, ‘not marijuana for me but it’s fine for others.’ I have not mentioned herbs much, mainly rose tea...and you may have had your fill with talk of Rumi (although this doesn’t mean he’s done here at all), and other ghost poets who’ve possibly made an appearance in my bedroom when I’ve gone to sleep, angels, and of course, the moon, its phase and sign, but tonight I will write an herb-centered post.  My cat Peeko loves the scent of marijuana, and when a neighbor had begun smoking an insane amount of it, he’d sit by the kitchen sink and sniff, sniff the air coming up from the drain, as the air purifier was clearing the smoke out of the rest of the apartment and he wanted to breathe it in better. We are both easily affected by it secondhand. It seems to have an apocalyptic effect on Peeko. The second time there’d been some intense smoking from neighbors and the scent was rising into the bedroom, he’d begun ru

For Fine Things, A Quick Video

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A video from my “to brighten your life” series. Appreciation for Fine Things

New Scent, The Essence of It

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I finally found a lotion I love, it’s from a company I ordered from years ago, but then I forgot about it and wanted to see which other scents they had when I remembered a few days ago. And now that it’s arrived my skin is nicely moisturized while also smelling like the pleasant freshness of the Catholic church! This was not my intentional plan, but I am happy with the essence of it and having fun. And so after all the writing and finalizing of things for the last weeks, and today being in the process of setting up a website, I had a much appreciated yoga session with birdsong and warm spring air coming in through the open windows. The scent of the lotion is patchouli. I was thinking if anyone reads my poetry books they know I am lavender-scented, have that down, and I can also experience more beautiful scents. :) Thanks Peeko... Today’s first post:  Stepping Out of a Storm

Stepping Out of a Storm

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When I was writing the second half of the post last night, new downstairs neighbors began smoking an intense amount of marijuana which was coming up into the room where I was writing. I was becoming very spacey without realizing it (windows open too), and having not reread the post first, I noticed after, that it could be received differently from what I intended in that particular one, which was to be uplifting and empowering. (I saved the words; in a certain form, they may become part of the next book.)  So I reposted with just the first half. I am not against marijuana as it can have a good effect on many people, as other herbs can too, was just a note on my experience with the partially deleted post and on the fun of writing freely but also reading back the finished words because readers can’t automatically see a writer’s intention. I can also clear the air now if there’s a lot of smoke coming in. * This song is so beautiful with its gentle, impressionistic sound and boldness. It m

Being in the Sun...And Yet

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I will sit in the sun awhile in the warmth of it even if I am indoors. But I also enjoy a good storm. There is movement I crave in those too. And this was my moment of sun... and last sip. I was still warmed by the sun a good while afterwards.  Last Sip of Tea in the Sun   Today’s earlier post:  The Waves Roll In...

The Waves Rolled In...

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This picture shows the copy I got from the library  but it is on my wishlist as a book to keep. “The waves rolled in...and now come rushing in...with water luminescent as sea glass, stirring the far off, softest sand and what lies in between...”  This is not a quote from the book, but the start of something that arose in me. I opened the book, read a few lines, and thought, “Oh hi again!” I had really enjoyed Virginia Woolf’s  A Haunted House: Stories months ago, found them very funny and strange in a way that made me smile and laugh with their unconventionality. I was drawn to this one,  The Waves  years ago and am having a fuller appreciation of it now.  Virginia Woolf was born on January 25, 1882, and this month and date is considered to be on the Aquarian-Capricorn cusp marked by “originality.” Love that. The moon was in Capricorn for a few days, which feels to me like earth-fire, and has just moved into Aquarius. * Good conflict can send a story  rippling (as Virginia Woolf migh

Symbolism in Easter Egg Painting, Memorial Dish, and Yoga at the Table

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My sister, Jenna made this beautiful antipasto the way my Grandma had made it each year, in honor of her. Stuffed artichokes made by my Mom. (My husband Dan got cut off here, but half his face is nice too.) My mom is in the center, I’m to the right of her, and my brother in law, Wally is in blue, first introduced on this blog as “the chef.”  Manicotti “Mani-gott” cooked by Wally in a traditional Italian style.  Painting Easter eggs, photo by me.  Wally, Dan, my Mom, Jenna. I painted an egg and gave it symbolism, a little hint of glowing peach, referencing a poem I wrote in my most recent book, “A Place To Meet Sea and Foam,” but then I couldn’t find the egg. (Photo by my mom.) I did find it after. I wasn’t intending to fly away here, just felt like a good, quick yoga moment.  Today’s first post:  Happy Birthday, Grandma and Happy Easter Post about my birthday dinner: Birthday Dinner and a Lingering Angel

Happy Birthday, Grandma and Happy Easter

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My Grandma and my Mom synced in purple Happy birthday to my Grandma (she would turn 97, first one in heaven) and Happy Easter—how grateful I am for God rising, and also my own healing, as I’d believed in God but not in my own healing’s possibility.  I was glad my Grandma knew I had come home from the hospital last March and was better than before; I’d called her while there. When my Mom told her I was well and had gone back home that day, my Grandma said, “What’d she do that for? She was having so much fun there!” :D I was training to become a certified yoga teacher last spring after I came home and she had passed away before I received the certification, but she was happy to hear I was in the process of becoming certified and had encouraged me years ago when I was thinking of taking a yoga class in Brooklyn, NY where I lived. She’d say, “Take more yoga lessons—I’m glad you like them. I want to pay for them.”  And here’s a story my Grandma would tell from her life: “I cut out of school

Early Evening

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Are these violets? I wondered. And are they sleeping? (I knelt. I kissed them anyway.) Earlier today:  Good Afternoon from Massachusetts

Good Afternoon from Massachusetts

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They had interesting wall art even if I wouldn’t specifically hang those up at home it was nice to see. And the sun today, how I like it.  Beside A Window In The Sun Today’s first post:  Parties in Unexpected Places

Parties in Unexpected Places

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  my video :D Club Car Wash

My Favorite Theme for a Month

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I am so happy to celebrate poetry month and that it has just begun!  I’ve been reading poetry awhile as you know and had written two just new ones last night, already forgetting it was the first day of the holiday month and that I hadn’t written any new ones in awhile. Similarly a change in moon sign can shake things up and bring out new visions. I looked at the moon in the night, thought, ‘Ooh how pretty and golden, I got to see it,’ and soon fell asleep again. My first post today where you can hear my poetry:  Audio Poetry, A Listening Holiday  

Audio Poetry and a Listening Holiday

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  A cup of my Rumi tea and a book to read Happy National Poetry Month! If you like listening to poetry read aloud, the site, Bandcamp I’m on is having a holiday that whatever money is given to the artists today, the artists will receive the entire amount. So if you want to download a copy of my book of poems read by me in quietness, today could be a good day to do that.  You can also listen by streaming the album on the site for free; the featured track will play first and you can choose to hear any track or play the album from the beginning. It is nice in my experience that the browser doesn’t have to be currently showing on the screen but just open, to continue listening to the album.  And thank you to everyone who has supported my writing in any way. I  so  appreciate this. Here is the link to my audio poetry book https://jadenicole.bandcamp.com/album/a-little-honey-sweetens-the-flame and the paperback and kindle can be found  here . If you prefer this artwork, you can save it for t

How I Am Moved, On...

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  Envisioning an idea for the next book right now and that is a new blanket on the chair As  A Little Honey Sweetens The Flame   is complete and published (print, ebook, audio), I am just about to start a new project. A feeling comes of what I feel myself pulled towards next to begin, and I keep it with me. I have been looking at my surroundings, my home, and have little by little been making decorative changes. I usually start by taking away what I don't want and then add in what I want to, with the desire of simplicity and also warmth. I am going to measure a particular wall, find a blank canvas the size I'd like for it, and paint the canvas. I checked my garage this morning to see if I had any art supplies that I’d stored there, and I found a good amount of paint brushes and two blank canvases. I also found two small white porcelain tea cups with calligraphy and red lychees on them, and I brought them inside. I'd like to paint the canvases I brought in, even though they

A Village Life, A Book That Gently Nudged Me On

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    A picture to represent the feeling of this book. A few thoughts on form, nothing to spoil the excitement of reading. A Village Life , poems   by Louise Glück ,  brings the reader into an unnamed Mediterranean town, and each poem in the book contains a distinct voice that remains consistent throughout it, a coolness, and yet in certain poems this cool tone will break for a moment to reveal a surprising sense of passion or love, and never a shouted one. There are details of place, in nature, as well as a glimpse or slight glare into human nature that make them sensory, philosophical poems. The poems are written in simple language that is never too sparse but feels natural. Reading these poems I was shown different perspectives without preachiness. Without my effort, I found this book open paths for me in my own writing and gently guide me toward my next project. These poems precisely consider how spiritual beliefs, science, and philosophy interplay and at times contrast with one anot

The Audiobook Is Available!

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  The audio reading of  A Little Honey Sweetens The Flame  has been   released! T he whole album includes 31 poems read by me with a studio microphone and without music, in simplicity, each poem its own track.  Maybe hearing poems read aloud is a nice way to rest at the end of the day, or maybe you’d like to listen while driving somewhere. Some people meditate to poetry, listening and closing their eyes. And so this book project is now complete!  Here is the link where you can stream the album and you can also download a copy of your own if you wish. A Little Honey Sweetens The Flame Audiobook And a link to the print book .