Again this morning, in a cold wind

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Again this morning, in a cold wind from the future, I walked all the way to the end of the long bridge of my life, having a look at its cables, its rods and rivets, its perforated metal flooring through which I could see whitecaps slamming the pylons. Then I turned and came back, inspecting it all from the other direction, fretting about every hex nut and bolt though they seem sound enough to hold things together. I ought to give the long bridge of my life a little rest, but every day it seems I’m walking from past to possibility and back to past with my brush and aluminum paint, hiding the rust, the deepening cracks, dabbing a shine here and there.

~ Ted Kooser, November. The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book


Notes:

  • Note to self: Now. 4:23 am. 21º F. Wind, cold. 13 mph from the West.
  • Credits: Photograph – peopleus.

Lightly child, lightly

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Credits:

  • Artist: Steve Goad – Descension
  • Other Lightly Child, Lightly posts: 1) Lightly child, lightly, 2) Lightly Child. Lightly, 3) Lightly Child, Lightly.
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”

 

Three for Tuesday

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Source: helycharlotte by Dimitriy Sarnikov


Oh, Vancouver

The Rainblossom Project:

Reflected in a puddle of melted snow, people and dogs walk past umbrellas suspended from trees at Spanish Banks Beach in Vancouver, British Columbia. The art installation, called the “Rainblossom Project”, was put up by an anonymous group to be a celebration of the rain the city receives.

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Image Credits: Vancitybuzz.com.  Thank you Elinka for pointing me to it.

An invincible summer

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In the midst of winter,
I found there was,
within me,
an invincible summer.
And that makes me happy.
For it says
that no matter how hard
the world pushes against me,
within me,
there’s something stronger—
something better,
pushing right back.

— Albert Camus, from The Stranger


Credits: Photograph – thank you Carol @ Radiating Blossom. Poem: A Poet Reflects