“How strange and lovely it is to be anything at all.” ~ John Green

It hasn’t been a great week for writing, mostly because my left hand/wrist is very, very painful (I have De Quervain’s tynosynovitis in both hands). So forgive me for the fill-in posts. I’m scheduled to get a shot on Wednesday. I’ll write this weekend if it isn’t too painful.

So in the meantime, I thought I’d put together a little warm fuzzy to share.

Thursday Things I Like:

• Having someone to watch the wind with

• Open windows and curtains flapping in the breeze
  
• Beauty in unexpected places
  
• Proof that animals have personalities
  
• Unexpected kindness
  

                   

But most especially, finding a new poem:

Horses at Midnight without a Moon

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods.
Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.
But there’s music in us. Hope is pushed down
but the angel flies up again taking us with her.
The summer mornings begin inch by inch
while we sleep, and walk with us later
as long-legged beauty through
the dirty streets. It is no surprise
that danger and suffering surround us.
What astonishes is the singing.
We know the horses are there in the dark
meadow because we can smell them,
can hear them breathing.
Our spirit persists like a man struggling
through the frozen valley
who suddenly smells flowers
and realizes the snow is melting
out of sight on top of the mountain,
knows that spring has begun.

~ Jack Gilbert

                   

Music by Vashti Bunyan, “Here Before”