I’ve been a stranger to these pages. Am recuperating from the worst illness of my life. Am now finally in a joyous, feeling-new-inside phase, not without its own difficulties, but they’re greatly outweighed by a sense of fondness, freshness, and gratitude. So, the below…seen from my kitchen window 2 days ago:
as high boughs
flit & grip
In a similar but deeper vein, from a poet very dear to my heart, Henry Vaughan(1621-95) :
Walk with thy fellow-creatures; note the hush
And whispers amongst them. There’s not a spring
Or leaf but hath his morning hymn; each bush
And oak doth know I AM. Canst thou not sing?
O leave thy cares and follies! go this way,
And thou art sure to prosper all the day.
(from his poem “Rules and Lessons” Such great stuff.) Anyway, along with some new-to-me Bach recordings and some Appalachian tunes, such constitutes my food, not for ‘pie-hole’ but for soul.