Powerful poem. Thank you for sharing this. I recently volunteered in Ukraine, providing trauma-care to civilians in recently de-occupied areas. I will be going back in June. One of the powerful reminders I was graced with is that life could very much be other than what I know on a daily basis. Again, thank you.
Thank you for this poem that reminds me, even on this lovely spring day at the foot of the Rockies, that "otherwise" is a presence that lives with us--if we are willing to be aware. I love Jane Kenyon's writing, and I love yours. This phrase: ". . . filled with its own flawed grace." I'll write this phrase into my notebook and carry it with me today as I finish laundry, watch clouds build to the west, wander outside to look more closely at a tree that is--maybe--beginning to show buds.
Michael and I went to the plant nursery. We picked out a dozen different plants: French lavender, culinary thyme, heather. We planted them while our two small dogs galloped around the yard in the sunshine. Now you make me want to write a poem about it all. Thank you.
Powerful poem. Thank you for sharing this. I recently volunteered in Ukraine, providing trauma-care to civilians in recently de-occupied areas. I will be going back in June. One of the powerful reminders I was graced with is that life could very much be other than what I know on a daily basis. Again, thank you.
Thank you for this poem that reminds me, even on this lovely spring day at the foot of the Rockies, that "otherwise" is a presence that lives with us--if we are willing to be aware. I love Jane Kenyon's writing, and I love yours. This phrase: ". . . filled with its own flawed grace." I'll write this phrase into my notebook and carry it with me today as I finish laundry, watch clouds build to the west, wander outside to look more closely at a tree that is--maybe--beginning to show buds.
Michael and I went to the plant nursery. We picked out a dozen different plants: French lavender, culinary thyme, heather. We planted them while our two small dogs galloped around the yard in the sunshine. Now you make me want to write a poem about it all. Thank you.
I’m going to save this one. All those extraordinary ordinary moments that make up a life. And so easy to miss if I’m not paying attention.