This week, I’ve been gathering some of the words in prose, poetry and song that you’ve used in your posts. Sometimes others can say more easily what we cannot.
Me’s sad news about her sister is accompanied by these words asking for help to come out the other side.
A prayer from One House to remind us to attend to what is NOW. (I so need this one.)
As we run pell-mell towards summer, a line from the Philip Larkin poem “The Trees” that Antony quotes keeps haunting me:
Their greenness is a kind of grief
More poetry: cheating a bit because this is an old post from Abbey of the Arts, but from a link this week. Christine quotes this poem in memory of her dog Duke. If only we could live like that. And another poem here from this week at the Abbey reminds us that we have gifts enough indeed and to spare.
Lucy’s post gives us Emerson and zUzU’s ‘About’ page gives us Dahl. The first talks about friendship and the second about magic (and paying attention). Friendship is magic.
Milton’s post led me to the whole of this poem, Surf Buddha, which I thought was so sensual. I can feel this guy rubbing his belly, tasting ice cream “as sweet as my love for Rachel”.
And we get a bit of old-fashioned r ‘n b from another Rachel. Come on y’all, you know you wanna sing along and dance. (What do you mean you can’t remember the tune?)
So I’m going to end up quoting from one of my own favourite songs by Mary Chapin Carpenter, Passionate Kisses:
Is it too much to demand
I want a full house and a rock ‘n roll band
Pens that won’t run out of ink and cool
quiet and time to think
Have a wonderful week everyone.
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