moving moon

I had a quiet weekend to recover from the hectic pace last week. At work again this week, I'm pacing myself through the various deadlines that loom each day.

Yesterday and today in my drive to the office, I am trying to learn

The moving moon went up the sky,
And no where did abide;
Softly she was going up,
A star or two beside–

Her beams bemocked the sultry main,
Like April hoar-frost spread;
But where the ship's huge shadow lay,
The charmed water burnt alway
A still and awful red.

I like the repeating motifs ... the bride was red as a rose and the nightmare life in death had red lips. It's a powerful colour. This verse also refers again to the colours in the water -- so exotic and scary for an English sailor.

I thought I 'had' these verses yesterday, but today they had fragmented in my mind. So, I am rebuilding them, etching them in the channels of my brain.

When I learn things, my organism changes. My rhythm, the pattern of 'me' is altered incrementally.

Red suede shoes... very different for me. They are good for those high-energy days when there is a lot to do or something to celebrate.