April 18th, 2008

William Blake - Jacob's Ladder

such a way to live -

Aimless Love
This morning as I walked along the lakeshore,
I fell in love with a wren
and later in the day with a mouse
the cat had dropped under the dining room table.
In the shadows of an autumn evening,
I fell for a seamstress
still at her machine in the tailor’s window,
and later for a bowl of broth,
steam rising like smoke from a naval battle.
This is the best kind of love, I thought,
without recompense, without gifts,
or unkind words, without suspicion,
or silence on the telephone.
The love of the chestnut,
the jazz cap and one hand on the wheel.
No lust, no slam of the door –
the love of the miniature orange tree,
the clean white shirt, the hot evening shower,
the highway that cuts across Florida.
No waiting, no huffiness, or rancor –
just a twinge every now and then
for the wren who had built her nest
on a low branch overhanging the water
and for the dead mouse,
still dressed in its light brown suit.
But my heart is always propped up
in a field on its tripod,
ready for the next arrow.
After I carried the mouse by the tail
to a pile of leaves in the woods,
I found myself standing at the bathroom sink
gazing down affectionately at the soap,
so patient and soluble,
so at home in its pale green soap dish.
I could feel myself falling again
as I felt its turning in my wet hands
and caught the scent of lavender and stone.
~ Billy Collins ~
(Nine Horses)
heart's desire

Point Reyes

The fog is in and invites a change of mood.  It is cold and I am bundled and my eyes rest in the soft, gray light.

My book group is going to Point Reyes this weekend.  The cold and fog may alter our plans, and yet, we will still hike, talk, read, feast, and our reservation at Nick's Cove for dinner Saturday night is firm.    Tonight is a pot luck, and I realize now the hot tub will feel more welcoming than it would have in the heat.

The greens are greener in the fog.  All is peace and love.

Book Cover

integration of news and retention of peace -

And then, I read this, posted by Joan, and integrate it into my peace and love, an article on the dangers of chemicals in plastic bottles.  This is not a surprise and yet, they are so convenient, and now, I think of the old-fashioned canteens.    Who wants to update the look and make a fashion statement for health?

alan's marigolds

Paradise -

Paradise is not a place
where we are going.
It is a place
where we are from.
We can go there
at any time.
It is our beliefs
that lock us in our hell.

It is the sacredness of this moment
that is the key to freedom.

—John Squadra, from This Ecstasy