I can't sleep…
But this morning, a kind day has descended, from nowhere,
and making coffee in the usual day, measuring grounds
with the wooden spoon, I remembered,
this is how things happen, cup by cup, familiar gesture
after gesture, what else can we know of safety
or of fruitfulness?
– Marie Howe, excerpt from “From Nowhere” in The Good Thief: Poems
Notes: Poem Source: via violentwavesofemotion. Photo: Cup Tasting by Jürg Balsiger
Endurance comes only from enduring.
With a flick of the wrist I fashioned an invisible rope,
And climbed it and it held me.
— Czeslaw Milosz, from a “A Magic Mountain” in New and Collected Poems (1931-2001)
Notes:
In a dream I am walking joyfully up the mountain. Something breaks and falls away, and all is light. Nothing has changed, yet all is amazing, luminescent, free. Released at last, I rise into the sky … This dream comes often. Sometimes I run, then lift up like a kite, high above earth, and always I sail transcendent for a time before awaking. I choose to awake, for fear of falling, yet such dreams tell me that I am a part of things, if only I would let go, and keep on going. “Do not be heavy,” Soen Roshi says. “Be light, light, light – full of light!”
– Peter Matthiessen, from The Snow Leopard
Notes:
April 19, 2017
Dear David,
I was in Caravan Bead Store in Portland, Maine today and noticed a collection of camels up above the wall display of beads. Here are two very poor (but the best I could get) photos. I particularly like the glittery purple camel. Love your blog.
Nan
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