{"id":5297,"date":"2012-09-09T21:10:00","date_gmt":"2012-09-09T21:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/?p=5297"},"modified":"2026-01-15T18:27:40","modified_gmt":"2026-01-15T18:27:40","slug":"dearest-freshness-deep-down-things","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/?p=5297","title":{"rendered":"“Dearest Freshness Deep Down Things….”"},"content":{"rendered":"

I follow a lot of posts and blogs by knitting designers because I am interested in what they are doing and where they get their design inspiration. Today a very famous designer and teacher, Cat Bordhi posted and I realized that she had named her blog site – “Dearest Freshness Deep Down Things.<\/a>“<\/p>\n

Well, this phrase rang a bell. I couldn’t place it at first. Then I realized that it was a line of poetry from a poem….by….at first I thought Dylan Thomas and then it clicked – Gerard Manley Hopkins.  He is one of my favourites. It is also from one of my favourite poems – God’s Grandeur.  Here is the poem.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n\n\n<\/tr>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.<\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
  It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;<\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
  It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil<\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?<\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;<\/td>\n        5<\/u><\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
  And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;<\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
  And wears man\u2019s smudge and shares man\u2019s smell: the soil<\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.<\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
And for all this, nature is never spent;<\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
  There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;<\/td>\n        10<\/i><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
And though the last lights off the black West went<\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
  Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs\u2014<\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent<\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
\n
\n  World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.<\/div>\n
\n<\/div>\n
\nAnd here are my photo takes on the poem – “dearest freshness deep down things” – Burke’s Creek Ravine <\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

<\/p>\n

\n<\/a><\/div>\n

\nand “morning, at the brown brink, eastward – springs”<\/p>\n

\n<\/a><\/div>\n
\n<\/div>\n

Thank you Cat for this reminder. I love having an excuse to pause in the day and think about things that are truly grand. <\/p>\n

Have a wonderful day!!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I follow a lot of posts and blogs by knitting designers because I am interested in what they are doing and where they get their design inspiration. Today a very famous designer and teacher, Cat Bordhi posted and I realized that she had named her blog site – “Dearest Freshness Deep Down Things.“ Well, this […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5298,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5297","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5297","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5297"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5297\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5300,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5297\/revisions\/5300"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5298"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5297"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5297"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5297"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}