📸: 2021 (Schenley Park— Autumn in Full Bloom)— Solaris & Configurations 
📸: November 2021
“Measures of a strange and wandering song
Over this fragile bridge of words
The hour lifts me up
Time suffers from a hunger for incarnation
Somewhere beyond myself
I await my arrival”
~ Octavio Paz 
Octavio Paz & Pablo Neruda — thinking of these two poets tonight— mostly Paz. 
Hope everyone has a great week— blessed with this sunrise this morning on my way to school— sharing the light. #October 
Audible comes in handy for book club— listening in the morning for October’s book meeting— my friend’s choice— first book of a new season. https://www.audible.com/pd/0593394887?source_code=ASSORAP0511160006&share_location=player_overflow
it felt like a one— yes!
Morning #bookstr #rereading
“When I was a little girl and would eat pumpkin seeds, my mother would say, “An orange tree is going to grow inside you.” Or an apple tree. The idea thrilled me. Now it’s the canary that causes a tree to grow inside me. I echo. I’m made of wood. His singing has unleashed something. Mine is a sad house, stuck in time, a house full of monotonous rituals, tidy. It lets loose now. “I’m alive,” it says to me. “Look at me, I’m alive.” The canary’s singing causes a tiny ship to sail from my branches. The wind that drives it is pure energy. Time flows at last. I dive in. I make the bed, open my arms, kneel, tidy up, bend over, go, come. I can’t stop now.” —from the short story “Canaries” ~ ELENA PONIATOWSKA Translated by George Henson https://a.co/fQvMO3f
My heart would be especially thrilled if Elena Poniatowska wins.
I should be sleeping… one more (because I’m excited for Thursday). Night ✨📖
“This year’s Nobel Prize in Literature will be awarded next week, on October 5th. If you’re wondering who will win the prize, well, no one knows. No one ever really knows (though last year, some people guessed), considering that the nominations and deliberations are shrouded in secrecy, and also Swedish.”
https://lithub.com/here-are-the-bookies-odds-for-the-2023-nobel-prize-in-literature/ 
I was born in a snake year (1977) 🐍🐍 How did they know?! 🫣😉
“Snake: Rich in wisdom and charm, the snake is romantic, a great speaker, and deep thinker. You can also be stubborn and ignore others' opinions to follow your own judgment, which is right most of the time. The snake would be most content as a teacher, philosopher, writer, psychiatrist, or fortune teller.Birth Year: 1941, 1953, 1965, 1977, 1989, 2001, 2013, 2025
Went somewhere magical tonight! ✨🐲✨
A Boethius Lesson perhaps (something I learned in *The Rigor of Angels*) —
They were next to each other on my bookshelf until this morning— although The Odyssey — her translation remains 🤷🏻♀️📖 
Reading & savoring the introduction by Emily Dickinson. 🔥📖
There is a section of Rita Dove poems in this book called the *12 Chairs* — each poem— a different juror. And then finally— “The Alternate” 
Finished reading *The Rigor of Angels* this morning (Excellent Book by William Egginton) & now I’m finally starting Emily Wilson’s new translation of The Iliad! 