French Poetry for Self-Care: 5 Classic Poets to Slow Down With

Discover Timeless French Classics Paired with Classical Music for Mindful Reading

Discover Timeless French Classics Paired with Classical Music for Mindful Reading

Hello, friends ! I feel like I need to say “I’m back !” After an extended month in my virtual Japan, it really feels like I’ve travelled, when in reality it’s only been 10 books, 6 teas, a few walks…

A celebration with more than 3000 years of history, the Persian New Year is one of the rare feasts still observed today that appeal to the whole of humanity.Even if it is frequently associated with Zoroastrianism, historians believe that the…

Every season has its poetry…yet there is something so subtle in those first blossoms of the year that pairs perfectly with poetry. Join me on a poetic journey through three cultures that have excelled in expressing our fascination for springtime.…

Amazing Peaceby Maya Angelou In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.We listen carefully as it gathers strength.We hear a sweetness.The word is Peace.It is loud now.Louder than the explosion…

The never ending beauty of the Rose has been the inspiration of poets for centuries. Join me today in dreaming of the Victorian era and its special attention to the symbols of flowers. Let’s read together some poems dedicated to…

If….by Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be…

Two Butterflies went out at NoonBy Emily Dickinson Two Butterflies went out at Noon—And waltzed above a Farm— Then stepped straight through the Firmament And rested on a Beam— And then—together bore awayUpon a shining Sea— Though never yet, in any Port— Their coming…

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –That perches in the soul –And sings the tune without the words –And never stops – at all –Emily Dickinson Tes yeux sont si profonds qu’en me penchant pour boireJ’ai vu tous les soleils…