“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
    madamescherzo: Sealed with a kiss!
  • 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”

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

  1. I like your list…

    Last night about eleven when it was quiet – the windows were open – and I think the adolescent owl came and sat in the tree by the bedroom window. He said “Ar” over and over for about 15 – 20 minutes while a parent called not far away. And, then I guess he flew silently away… (Ah, for 20 minutes of night vision…)

    I hope that your thumbs improve… and that you have some of these things you like this weekend…

    I’m now reading “The Male Brain” by LouAnn Brizendine, M.D., whose “The Female Brain” I enjoyed so much… I’m going to go read and listen to a background of cricket song…

    1. Damn, my reply just disappeared.

      Cricket song, how lovely. I iced the hand for quite a bit last night. I have more mobility today–so far.

      We haven’t had an owl for years. Yet another reason to escape from the city.

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