Upon listening to "Fantasia on a theme by Thomas Tallis" by Ralph Vaughn-Williams

 

I took this photo of the moon in a cloudy sky, framed by the shadows of maple trees. 

The clouds seemed to form a landscape of their own. 

Click HERE to listen to the lovely, musical piece, "Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis," performed in the Gloucester Cathedral, where Ralph Vaughn-Williams first performed it in 1910. 

I wrote the verse below upon listening to the above piece,

 composed by Ralph Vaughan-Williams.

Fantasia

Yearning for serenity,

an unsettled mind

drifts gracefully, 

flowing in paralysis,

a paradox offering

of a spiritual triad:

sweet malady

sweeter melody

sweetest memory.

A core surge 

caresses

in Divine rhythm.

Echoes...

from arched bones,

guarding this heart

in solemn surrender 

to stillness,

fill the repose  

with sweet assurance.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

(To hear my reading of this poem, click HERE.)

Sydney Owenson (Lady Morgan) and Self-Actualization

General concepts from my book: 

Sydney Owenson acknowledges the spiritual connection between humanity, nature, and God's law, a common theme occurring in Goethe’s works. In one of his conversations with Johann Peter Eckermann, he explains:

Freedom consists not in refusing to recognize anything above us, but in respecting something which is above us; for, by respecting it, we raise ourselves to it, and, by our very acknowledgment, prove that we bear within ourselves what is higher, and are worthy to be on a level with it. [1]

In response to Geothe then, Owenson incorporates the Romantic concept of God’s influence on humanity’s intellectual actions in conjunction with natural law while she introduces the reality of political and societal constraints through her characters' struggles with self-awareness. Through this conflict, Owenson personifies the dichotomous nature of glory in which her birth nation, Ireland, struggles with true autonomy and its native glór* to be heard.

*Glór is 'voice' in Irish Gaeilge.

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[1] Johann Goethe, quoted in Conversations of Goethe with Johann Peter Eckermann, translated by John Oxennford, edited by J.K. Moorhead (New York: Da Capo Press, 1998), p. 157.

Wintry Beauty: "Do...do...do...Lookin' out my back door..." (Creedence Clearwater Revival)

photo by Jeanne

As Mark Twain once remarked, " In Connecticut, if you don't like the weather today, wait until tomorrow." Well, as forecasted, we received our little bit of January snow. Today... So beautiful with the sun making its sporadic appearance throughout the day. 

Upon Reading Philosophy Late at Night

I've been up late at night recently, researching and writing my third book. Below is something to ponder: 

Photo taken from my deck one night

Upon Reading Philosophy Late at Night

He galvanizes her

with cerebral massage.

Inhaling - exhaling,

his ancient, whispering breath

intellectually touches,

gently caresses, 

stirs.

Opening her mind

with dynamic contemplation,

she welcomes 

his perspective.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

To hear me recite this verse, please click HERE.

Icicles

 Icicles 

In my childhood, 

I sang a song that went like this: 

🎶 Icy-icy-icicles... 🎶

Now, icicles suspended 

from tree limbs and eaves

make me believe 

that my life is like these 

frozen suspensions, 

for I am a collection of 

life experiences, 

some transient, some suspended, 

some spun from the realms of time

where memories live in my heart, 

converging with the present,

holding onto the belief 

that they have aligned 

with the Truth 

 of Divinity: 

Love.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

To hear me recite this verse, please click HERE.

Winter's Breath

 Winter's Breath

It comes on the wind,
fresh, cold.
 Snowflakes whisk 

through the air,
kiss my cheeks,
and instantly melt 
with the warmth, 
flowing from my heart.
I feel their arrival 

around me, surrounding me. 
My hair begins to curl 
with the moist, cold air.

With each click of icicles

falling from trees' branches, 
Winter's Breath assures me 

that there will be a Spring

and with it, the peace 

of the sun's sweet smile
in God's Time. 

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

To hear me recite the above verse, click HERE. 

Benoit Mandelbrot, the 'Father of Fractals'

Benoit Mandelbrot

Examples of Fractals (photos from Google Images)

Ever since I learned what fractals were, I've been absolutely fascinated with them. The man who brought us face to face with the beautiful link between mathematics, art, and nature through the fractal equation was Benoit Mandelbrot. Below is a link to an article about the former Yale University professor, Benoit Mandelbrot:

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/insidenova/2010/10/goodbye-to-the-father-of-fractals.html

Also, below is a link to a lovely musical/artistic tribute to fractals:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8ZjPgEF5aI&feature=related

"Touching His Hem..."

Photo from DuckDuckGo images

"...They... besought Him that they might only touch the hem of His garment: 
and as many as touched were made perfectly whole." (Matthew 14:35-36) kjv

Touching His Hem

Broken, 

she sought the Truth

of whom she was supposed to be. 

She did not have the knowledge, 

so she searched for inspiration 

and found it not, 

for she was lost and afraid. 

Until... 

she touched the hem of His garment. 

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

To hear me read this verse, please click HERE.

Bubbles

http://www.software-dungeon.co.uk/images/594_amazing-bubbles-3d-screensaver-640-1.jpg

         

         Level bubble from Duck-Duck-Go images

Bubbles

A bubble floats across warm seas,

or saunters back and forth 

in the boundaries of a level,

in sync with those other bubbles

recently settled.

Through their assembly,

each translucent sphere 

contributes structured eccentricity, 

globular bodies of air 

traveling through a liquid,

transforming chaos 

into serene resolve,

such sensible things, bubbles are.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

Insouciance

Insouciance 

Feeling soucieux,
for the Bus has left without me,
I delve into the furthermost
reaches of a leather universe,
searching for a tissue to dry my tears,
lacking in certain finesse.

Soon, I touch something
soft, limp, fuzzy with appendages!
Ew, what has crawled into my purse?
Gingerly, I lift out the soft, limp,
fuzzy object by one of its appendages.

It stares at me with beady eyes
still, silent, smiling at me
insouciant as ever, James Joyce.
I rejoice... a friend!

What bus? 

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

* insouciant or insouciance: nonchalant, unconcerned

* soucieux: worried, concerned 

Upon Viewing the Bog Bodies Exhibit at the National Museum of Ireland

On one of my research trips to Ireland, I visited the National Museum and viewed an exhibit of Bog Bodies. These were individuals who had been discovered buried for centuries within the bogs throughout the country. I was struck by my own emotions as I viewed these remains. At one point, I just wanted to place a warm blanket over their leathered remains and wish them a safe journey to be with our Lord. 

I took this photo of the National Museum of Ireland in Dublin, 

whilst sitting on a bench just outside the National Library.

Upon Viewing the Bog Bodies of Ireland
Inside
the exquisitely sculpted rotunda,
behind exhibits of gold and amber adornments,
exposed in tombs of plexiglass,
lay remains of people
who once held hands,
smiled gently to their loved ones,
kissed softly on moonlit nights.

Centuries pass,

and as her silent witness meets theirs,
she senses a tear's warmth
and whispers a prayer
that their spirits are far away
and at peace.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

You can hear my reading of this poem by clicking HERE.

One Midnight, Long Ago

 

I took this photo of the River Shannon in Limerick, Ireland.

One Midnight, Long Ago

Gentle, gossamer wisps of vapor
frame a celestial tableau
amid indigo heavens
illuminated by the faint and distant sparkle
of a beckoning, fiery glow.

The vibrant sky heralds
a world below with hope
that the heat from this angelic miracle
will fuel yearning souls
with the fervor for righteous aim.

In the bitter cold of midnight, 
ardent love and devotion
expressed from a Mother's heart 
to a Newborn's eye
fulfills the prophesy~ a King is born.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

To hear me recite this poem, please click HERE.

Epiphany!

Life’s intermittent Light

 shines 

through our souls, 

revealing the softness within, 

knowing that this heavenly force 

originates from 

the intensity of hardship 

learned by living 

in the profusion of opportunity 

that surrounds us, 

revealing Truth

in God's Time. 

~ from my operetta, Luminescence

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

Happy New Year, 2026... An Exercise in Illumination!

 

Whether you'll be bringing in the New Year with a crowd or by the tender glow of a single lamp near a cozy fireplace, (new moon tonight, so moonlight is out of the picture), may your illumination lead you to peace, love and joy!

The new year begins as any other day with the exception of a different numeral representing the earth's orbit around the star we call sun. Often, we use this time to mark an opportunity to make changes; however, change can occur more readily if one is clearly aware of that which may or may not need alteration. With this in mind, below are three New Year's creative challenge options:

OPTION I:

1. Get a piece or two of paper and a pencil. Yes, I said paper and pencil. Okay, you may use a pen if that's all you have.
2. Find a quiet place and plant yourself. (It could be indoors or outdoors.) Get comfortable.
3. Close your eyes; breathe slowly in; exhale very slowly out. Repeat this a few times until your mind is calm, open, and receptive.
4. Be aware of every sensory response that you experience for 10 minutes and write them down in the form of a sensuous poem.

OR

OPTION II:
Ask yourself what it is that you will do this year to advance humanity (or simply yourself) toward a higher level of consciousness. Then write a poem about it.

OR

OPTION III:
Write your own version of 'Auld Lang Syne.' 

A couple 'illuminations' of mine:

New Year Haiku

Nuance awareness

Axis of vision’s splendor

Creative vigor 

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

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Aulde Lang Syne Revisited

The moment passes

into a new year.

In heart and mind

serenity is clear.

In this sweet moment

reigns our chance to thrive

to bring love, peace and joy

fully alive!

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

You can hear me recite the above verses by clicking HERE.