Hedgebrook, Day Five
I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.
Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem
Smiling, listening, learning, loving.ReplyDelete
She is right.ReplyDelete
I hope you're staying cool on this heat!
Just yesterday I was reading about Yeats and Virginia Woolf about their weird relationship and how The Second Coming kind of threw a curtain over his other works and how in his last poems he wrote a four line poem about Virginia and how she poured milk over the mud stone she put in her pocket when she approached The River Ouse for the last time. Do we any of us need to know all this? No. But we never know what reading is going to end up being important to us do we? And more and more portals open to us with grace and beauty. Love you. ps. I first wrote Keats instead of Yeats my dyslexia always wants to pair them or strike them apart.ReplyDelete
Oh my Lord, the light coming through that window, that fluffy comforter, the book nestled on the bed. Just a wee bit envious, over here, but so thrilled too, that you are there.ReplyDelete
We're trying to leave you alone while you're on retreat and not succeeding. :)ReplyDelete
Truer words probably have been written but it would be a challenge to find them.ReplyDelete
Profound. Thank you for checking in each day.ReplyDelete
oh, oh, yes. such truth. beautiful photo.ReplyDelete
Sometimes I ruminate on the me of yesteryear and I wonder just what the hell I thought I was doing. Then I have to find a way to forgive myself.
I thought of a former self of mine yesterday as I drove down the highway. I felt immensely tender toward that person I once was.ReplyDelete
I love that book. One of my all-time favorites.ReplyDelete