Winter's Winds Conquered
© Dr. Jeanne I. Lakatos, Ph.D.
"Let all your things be done in Love." (1 Corinthians 16:14)
Introduction:
- Dr. Jeanne Iris
- Current: Danbury, CT, United States
- Welcome! A few years ago, I discovered an application that artists employ in their works to bring cultural awareness to their audiences. Having discerned this semiotic theory that applies to literature, music, art, film, and the media, I have devoted the blog,Theory of Iconic Realism to explore this theory. The link to the publisher of my book is below. If you or your university would like a copy of this book for your library or if you would like to review it for a scholarly journal, please contact the Edwin Mellen Press at the link listed below. Looking forward to hearing from you!
Announcements
30 November, 2025
Winter's Winds Conquered
27 November, 2025
Happy Thanksgiving! (Click the photo to hear a lovely medley of Thanksgiving Hymns.)
24 November, 2025
Be Leaf - Belief
23 November, 2025
Sydney Owenson: Rituals and Political Reality through Saint Mary Magdalene in Her Narrative, 'Saint Clair'
pp. 208-209:
As Sydney Owenson interweaves the blind devotion to rituals of Catholics with those of the French Revolution, she carefully demonstrates the affiliation of church and state, contrary to legislative decrees in the British Act of Union 1801, which states that those of a particular religious affiliation would not be permitted to hold public office. Thus, those jurisdictions, which primarily consist of Catholic citizens, would not receive representation within the governmental forums and subsequently, would not receive legislation in their favor. Owenson presents this conflicting belief system by cleverly choosing Mary Magdalene, the woman chosen by a few selected medieval scribes to be represented historically as a woman scorned, yet in Owenson's narrative, St. Clair, Mary Magdalene is the source of a worshipped relic. In her revolutionary, albeit romantic, style, Owenson challenges her aristocratic audience to reconsider its dependence on ritualistic prejudice against the population it wishes to control.
Owenson concludes this passage with a reference to a rose, her personal symbol for Ireland. She uses the adjectives, ‘faded, with a tear of genius and sensibility,’ to describe this weathered bloom. This incongruous set of descriptions for a flower held as a ‘sacred vial’ indicates a conflicted perspective. In the following sentence, she reveals with more clarity her conflict, “I confess in one sense but certainly more disinterested in another.” If Owenson attempts to confess to her reading audience her own disinterest in the viability of questionable sacredness in religious relics, she does so by linking her beloved countrymen and women with the possibilities of becoming more conscious of their political reality through their symbolic treasures, such as the weathered rose as the symbol of ancient luster.
22 November, 2025
Bicycle Dreams
17 November, 2025
An Exercise in Metaphor
1. Close your eyes, and breathe deeply for a few minutes.
2. Open your eyes.
3. Write down the very first thing that you focus on.
4. Describe ten possibilities that this object could be.
5. Now apply those possibilities to yourself.
6. Write down these possibilities.
7. Viola! Your metaphor! (for today anyway)
To begin: a beeswax candle
1. light
2. warmth
3. sweet scent
4. colorful
5. melted wax could be made into new candle
6. melted wax could be made into an ornament
7. melted wax could be used to strengthen thread
8. remolded and given as a gift
9. inspiration for a poem
10. creates peaceful ambience
16 November, 2025
Flow from Within
Whilst deciding to post this 'flow' poem, little did I know that some of my own life experiences would correspond with the poem's theme, written years ago. This phenomenon is a fine illustration of our emotional revolutions. Even though our lives may go through certain trials and tribulations, through the blessings of Divine Love, as this poem states, we have the power within to "release the blissful flow."
Flow from Within
14 November, 2025
Out of the Fog
Head
11 November, 2025
On this Veterans Day, I say to all Veterans...
09 November, 2025
Autumnal Quilt Sonnet
Autumnal Quilt Sonnet
and feathered songs move onward.
A gentle breeze causes branches to bend
as the north wind beckons to be honored.
Pieces of cloth arranged with care
come alive in a forgotten room.
They're skillfully pieced with knowing flair
as the mum just waiting to bloom.
The autumnal chill in the air feels grand.
The windows, now closed, reveal hues of gold.
Steaming soup's on the stove, and with needle in hand
a quilter works on her pattern of old.
Now is the time to fill one's heart right
with warmth that will gratify a cold winter's night.
02 November, 2025
Autumnal Morning
I created this because it was such a beautiful, breezy autumn day in Connecticut.
Autumnal Morning
such as this,
isn't it grand to sip a cup of coffee or tea,
set the world's troubles aside for one moment,
observe the golden leaves falling
from generous branches,
knowing full well that eventually,
those fallen whispers
of joy and love
dancing through the air
as if they have one more chance,
one more hope
to share in life's pleasures,
will be swept up
and added to the compost
where they will begin life anew,
and the circuitous path begins.
01 November, 2025
All Saints Day: Jeanne d'Arc
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