a belated Happy New Year
A belated Happy New Year to everyone. I have been hibernating.
Posting a poem like this really is an act of faith at this time of year in this part of the world. Today the world is one colour: grey. I have memories of colours, memories even from this past weekend, but when it is grey outside, it is like my memories have become sepia toned and watered down. Maybe one day I will live someplace where it is mostly sunny. I love looking at these photos to inspire me about what my imaginary place might be like.
Why I Wake Early
Mary Oliver
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety -
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light -
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
Posting a poem like this really is an act of faith at this time of year in this part of the world. Today the world is one colour: grey. I have memories of colours, memories even from this past weekend, but when it is grey outside, it is like my memories have become sepia toned and watered down. Maybe one day I will live someplace where it is mostly sunny. I love looking at these photos to inspire me about what my imaginary place might be like.
Why I Wake Early
Mary Oliver
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety -
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light -
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
posted by Lisa at 3:01 p.m.
2 Comments:
i think somehow the east and west coasts have gotten their weather mixed up this season.
hoping for sunshine and a break from the biblical weather you west have all been enduring!
i find on those really horrible days the produce section of the market helps me. sniffing the skin of the clementine before i bite into it allows me to remember times when the sun shines.
in the west...
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