“Lift up your dark heart and sing a song about
how time drifts past you like the gentlest, almost
imperceptible breeze.” ~ Jim Harrison from “Cold Poem”
Wednesday night, late. Cooler temps.
Woke up with my left wrist and hand completely numb. Waited most of the day for it to get better. The most I got was tingling. So no real post today.
Anyway, I think the Campbell quote is particularly apt for this point of my life, don’t you?
More later. Peace.
Music by Jon Black, “There Is A Love We Can Find”
The rising hills, the slopes,
lie before us,
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
In the next century
or the one beyond that,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it.
To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children:
learn the flowers
~ Gary Snyder
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”