I Dream Of Easters Past

 

 

 

 

The Layers

 

 

I have walked through many lives,

some of them my own,

and I am not who I was,

though some principle of being

abides, from which I struggle

not to stray.

When I look behind,

as I am compelled to look

before I can gather strength

to proceed on my journey,

I see the milestones dwindling

toward the horizon

and the slow fires trailing

from the abandoned camp-sites,

over which scavenger angels

wheel on heavy wings.

Oh, I have made myself a tribe

out of my true affections,

and my tribe is scattered!

How shall the heart be reconciled

to its feast of losses?

In a rising wind

the manic dust of my friends,

those who fell along the way,

bitterly stings my face,

Yet I turn, I turn,

exulting somewhat,

with my will intact to go

wherever I need to go,

and every stone on the road

precious to me.

In my darkest night,

when the moon was covered

and I roamed through wreckage,

a nimbus-clouded voice

directed me:

“Live in the layers,

not on the litter.”

Though I lack the art

to decipher it,

no doubt the next chapter

in my book of transformations

is already written.

I am not done with my changes.

by Stanley Kunitz, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Outfit 1:

Vintage Blue Raw Silk Shift Dress: my Mother's from the 1960s

Pink Strappy High Heels: old from New Look

 

 

Outfit 2:

Blue Floral Shift Dress: a gift from a friend

Grey Ankle Boot Sandals: old from New Look

Sunglasses: very old from Topshop

 

The Soundtrack

Nina Simone: Feeling Good

 

 

Photographs taken by myself and Mr Eve, over the last two years of sunny Easter weekends, using my previous digital camera.

Some day soon the wintry weather will end and the sun will shine like that again.

 

 

The Easter eggs were painted by me.

 

 

Wishing you all a very Happy Easter, you lovely people!

 

I'm delighted to be a part of Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from www.notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.co.uk, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.