Beautiful - thanks. For some reason it brought to mind this, from Rainer Maria Rilke:
“Ah, not to be cut off, not through the slightest partition shut out from the law of the stars. The inner -- what is it? if not the intensified sky, hurled through with birds and deep with the winds of homecoming.”
Yes, and I say yes. Certainly there is some form of wind out there in the cosmos, small bits of matter spinning off of the planets' turning. I certainly hope so, anyway. Goodness. Here I am staring off into the sky again.
Others include texture, both real and perceived, intuition, knowledge, peeking to the other side where aren't in our comfort zones, and, of course, love.
Of course. And I love that you bring up the multiple layers of texture. So true. Might just have to bring that up with my creative writing students tomorrow...!
It is perhaps my favorite word. I remember, years ago, learning that some mother named her child "Yes." I couldn't quite imagine doing that myself, but I do understand her impulse. If we say "yes" to life, how much more bountiful, how much more beautiful, life suddenly seems.
We entered the Tube around 9:00 in the morning, a mass of noisy students and a few adults, taking up a section of platform. We had told the teens: "We'll start you on your journey, but you'll have to find your way back. Pay attention." The anxious ones stayed near us, the eager ones studied the green and red and blue and yellow lines on the wall map. "We'll need the Circle Line," one said, and after nodding, we passed the phrase among us like bread, or sweets, so when the train arrived, and the sliding doors opened, we all walked through them with enough nourishment and energy to know where we were going . Later, we stepped out of trams into the high Swiss landscape at Pfingstegg Station. After London, most of the kids didn't even look at the trail map. They just started up. One foot in front of the other, one sore-muscled groan after the other, a collection of revelations. We walked under rock ledges and over small streams. We talked abo...
Beautiful - thanks. For some reason it brought to mind this, from Rainer Maria Rilke:
ReplyDelete“Ah, not to be cut off,
not through the slightest partition
shut out from the law of the stars.
The inner -- what is it?
if not the intensified sky,
hurled through with birds and deep
with the winds of homecoming.”
with all best wishes
Ian
I love Rilke, Ian. He always seems to inspire me. Thank you for sharing this.
DeleteFor me, it has always been about the land and sky and wind stretching into forever. Can wind stretch into forever?
ReplyDeleteYes, and I say yes. Certainly there is some form of wind out there in the cosmos, small bits of matter spinning off of the planets' turning. I certainly hope so, anyway. Goodness. Here I am staring off into the sky again.
DeleteToo many things to count I think! Lovely post! :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tinajo! (And that sounds like a good problem. :)
DeleteOthers include texture, both real and perceived, intuition, knowledge, peeking to the other side where aren't in our comfort zones, and, of course, love.
ReplyDeleteOf course. And I love that you bring up the multiple layers of texture. So true. Might just have to bring that up with my creative writing students tomorrow...!
DeleteAbove all else, for me it is "yes". And your "yes" reminded me of Molly Bloom's "yes", and all of the yeses that are yet to come to us in this world.
ReplyDeleteIt is perhaps my favorite word. I remember, years ago, learning that some mother named her child "Yes." I couldn't quite imagine doing that myself, but I do understand her impulse. If we say "yes" to life, how much more bountiful, how much more beautiful, life suddenly seems.
DeleteWhat a lovely reminder that some things don't change. Happy 2015!
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