Some may have been confused by my last post, which suggested that you could walk on a poem. I actually had another poem on my mind, when I wrote that post. It was the poem for October 26. I couldn’t write that day so I couldn’t live this poem on its special day. Five years
Wendell Berry No, no, there is no going back.Less and less you arethat possibility you were.More and more you have becomethose lives and deathsthat have belonged to you.You have become a sort of gravecontaining much that wasand is no more in time, belovedthen, now, and always.And so you have become a sort of treestanding over
I lived this poem today on my walk to the Brickworks. There were few people on the trail so I could sing and not worry that someone would hear me singing off key. It was a glorious Indian Summer’s day just perfect to sing a few Christmas carols, The Unquiet Grave, My Country is My
Into each day a little silliness must creep. I found this online today. Well more correctly it found me. It must be the approaching full moon or some alignment in the heavens that is making all this giddiness. For example – Most of these I know – 12 Romeo and Juliet3 Macbeth4 Midsummer Night’s Dream567
The title should read “The Importance of Idleness.” I’ve been a little idle these days. Putting the garden to bed is not my favourite activity even though the days have been perfect. I did manage to plant my bulbs and get some manure around my favourite roses, but I’m slow. I look for diversions in
How to make an ordinary day extraordinary, do something extraordinary!! The poet has taken very ordinary “things” and raised them to the extraordinary by writing them into a poem. I will now respect more my tea/coffee cup. I won’t mind climbing the stairs. In fact I can treat it as a prayer. When I reach
Today is a miraculous day for mid-October. It’s 25C sunny what else can I say. It is summer. So I will add to this list of miracles – A country with warm Octobers Friends who read the same rare books you read Good news – whatever, from whomever, wherever Turkey soup Helpful children Music lessons
As I have said before, I walk pilgrimages in Spain. The symbol for the Camino of St. James is a scallop shell. Almost everyone you meet along the way has one affixed to their backpack. I never thought of it as a symbol for quiet even though I, like many others, walk in quiet contemplation.
