Saturday, May 10, 2008

We Grow Accustomed to the Dark--

Today I woke up blue about the world. Sadness and lowness. So I took my water sack on my soul for a walk.

First I saw this guy and I love him:

Then I ran into some beautiful friends, just sitting there like they were just for me.

Then I felt better and I saw this (the third MAGIC so far in the hood).

And then on my way to the farmers market, I saw this. And my heart was so tiny and white!

And then two more friends in the pharmacy.

And then another by the grocery store outside with all the plants around being watered and standing up straight.

And when I got home I had that poem by Emily Dickinson in my head and the last lines:

The Bravest--grope a little--
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead--
But as they learn to see--

Either the Darkness alters--
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight--
And Life steps almost straight.


Nicole Callihan said...

I'm glad your blue turned white and flowery and almost straight. Much love.

Talia said...

Beautiful post. I've meant to pick some lilies-of-the-Valley all day.

Sandra said...

Yep, there was something about this post that really charmed me. We've all had days like that.

Is that a Nick Walker stencil painting?

Gustavo Adolfo Chaves said...

Damned Emily--how did she get things so right! Thanks for this post. Makes me wish for the morning.