To step outside yesterday, today, this time of new life,
Spring! Some old memory of a time of shedding one’s
skin, emerging raw and new and shiny in a summons
to new hope, new energy, like walking through a
waterfall.
There is a sharpness to this call of spring-time.
Poets catch this and put out the call to us to hear, to
heed this opportunity:
“I don’t want you to just sit down at the table.
I don’t want you just to eat, and be content.
I want you to walk out into the fields
where the water is shining, and the rice has risen.
I want you to stand there, far from the white tablecloth.
I want you to fill your hands with the mud,
like a blessing.”
……..MARY OLIVER, an excerpt from her poem, RICE.
We each hear this call, we each ache to respond, to
find that simple step outside of our usual routine of
a day. Or the routine of a part of a week, well, how
about a month?
Let’s catch it while it’s here, now, today.
always with love,
Mom/Mimi/Toni/Antoinette
