Thursday, August 23, 2012

Early Morning Musings

Thursday,  August 23rd, 2012

Note to Self

If I have the luxury of an hour of solitude in the early morning I sit at the kitchen table on one of the elevated chairs that are so kind to my limbs, and put my feet on the circular bar made for just that purpose.

And I read, and I wonder, and I reflect on these years of my life. 

And sometimes I grieve for the Time that passed unnoticed, uncelebrated, unappreciated - the energy, the lithesomeness, the thirst - the great thirst for creativity and wisdom living within, but unacknowledged by the *commonstance of each day.

A full life.  So much coming and going and to-ing and fro-ing, and where was the time for just 'Being"?

Is this it?  Here, now?  If not now,  then when????


                                                                                       Nicolaes Maes

Bluebird
slipped a little treble
out of the triangle
of his mouth

and it hung in the air
until it reached my ear
like a froth or a frill
that Schumann

might have written in a dream.
Dear morning
you come
with so many angels of mercy

so wondrously disguised
in feathers, in leaves,
in the tongues of stones,
in the restless waters,

in the creep and the click
and the rustle
that greet me wherever I go
with their joyful cry:  I'm still here, alive!

Mary Oliver

3 comments:

Barb said...

Yes, yes - the time has come. To be truthful, you seem more present and creative than many people half your age, Hildred. I love Mary Oliver's poetry - here is a video of her reading a few poems:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnaP7ig69go&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Hildred and Charles said...

Thanks Barb, that was a real pleasure to listen to.

fweakijam said...

I read this with tears of recognition. Well said and demonstrated. Thank you, you are amazing.

Merry