I have word that right now, in the indigoes of the night, loved ones are driving toward a gathering for the sharing of love in its healing mode.
Night or day, this is welcome.
Take this thought with you:
“P O P P I E S
The Poppies send up their
orange flares, swaying
in the wind, their congregations
are a levitation
of bright dust, of thin
and lacy leaves.
There isn’t a place
in this world that doesn’t
sooner or later drown
in the indigos of darkness,
but now, for a while,
the roughage
shines like a miracle
as it floats above everything
with its yellow hair.
Of course nothing stops the cold,
black curved blade
from hooking forward —
of course
loss is the great lesson.
but also I say this: that light
is an invitation
to happiness,
and that happiness,
when it’s done right,
is a kind of holiness,
palpable and redemptive.
Inside the bright fields,
touched by their rough and spongy gold,
I am washed and washed
in the river
of earthly delight —
and what are you going to do —
what can you do
about it —
deep blue night.”
…………..MARY OLIVER, from her book, New & Selected Poems, Volume One, 1992
There might be a song you could be singing,in the solitude of almost dawn, that gives permission to feel the warm, blessed feeling of love.
Prayers to all.
always with love,
Mom/Mimi/Toni/Antoinette
