Some days are like this:
you can’t move.
Can’t be moved.
What growth there is, is imperceptible.
A slow efflorescence.
— Thomas Centolella, from “Setsubun”, in Terra Firma
Notes:
- Poem: Thank you Astonishments. Photo: Julien Magre in Fisheye Magazine (via Mennyfox55)
- Definition of “Efflorescence“: the action or process of developing and unfolding as if coming into flower: Blossoming
- Related Posts: It’s been a long day
yes…..
Yes it’s beautiful, subtle, gradual and cannot be seen; only felt 🙏🏻
Yes!
I am often that way after a stressful day at work. Sometimes all I can do is sit and revel in the fact that I’ve lived another day.
Me too!
Nudging the unmovable mover?
Well said!
And how I feel I’ll be tomorrow after having driven 7 hours from Brooklyn to home tonight…
You drove! Have a safe drip Dale!
Thank you, David. I was already home when I responded 😉 There will be a little “nod” to you in my retelling of….😁
🙂
not all days are the same …that is me on a Monday one of the longest days that i always experience
They are not all the same (thankfully!)
That’s in a few words my week ….. and I am no longer in the working-process (and yet cannot tell just HOW full every day of my life is….)
a most beautiful pairing
That’s so great! Good Full days – it doesn’t get better than that Kiki.