And I will say about the world,that is looks ever more arresting through your eyes....
oh, manik, it simply is arresting. i have nothing to do with it.xoerin
deb, james and i came upon a porcupine one day on a walk through the woods. the next day up a forest road we found another that had been struck by a vehicle. actually, this spring we've seen more porcupines than ever. or we are paying more attention than we ever have before. either way, both porcupines were beautiful.xoerin
Life is good ... and I cry. Because. From. Out of. In spite of. Under. Inside. Above. Beneath. Around.This is how we vibrate together. <3 <3 <3
ruth, you interrupt yourself. or life interrupts you and cuts you short. yes. just like this. and we cry. and it's good)))))xoerin
an injustice that must be righted. and to think that it was just this morning that james found this poem! oh, this woman should be read. this woman is read, but i didn't know about her and for this i am sorry. but now ... now i know her and must share her.pattiann rogersScarlatti Sonata Testament Listen . . . all white foxes, all white owls, all snowy silver geese. Attend . . . all casual fish holding on in the icy beads of a silver current. Snow leopards, white bears, silver baboons, mottled white mice nosing at autumn seeds . . . pause in unison, lift your heads. Still your wings and heed . . . silvery blue moths fluttering like flakes of moon. Long-haired, spike-horned goats on precipitous cliffs, white spiderlings floating mid-cloud . . . take note and remember. Each barb of every feather, every black-tipped ivory hair, every luminous scale and fan-like fin, each knuckle of spine and nail, each red drop at the pith of the marrow at the root of all glare and mettle, every breath quiver, every one, every single one, is beheld and declared.xoerin
Yes! Thank you for Pattiann Rogers. I did not know how her, and now I do thanks to you and James. And for this attention to all the important things.
this post made me again and again to get into the heart of the forest, into life ,and death and fear.and i find out inside again this life that we forget that is so sensitive and powerful also, so complicated till a moment when the silence is even more strong that the breath. i'm thinking now at a special stilness possible only in a shadow of a big and dark green
miriam, i find it very curious that you should mention fear. i do not feel fear in any regard to this post and so i wonder if it is real fear or an expectation we have manufactured for ourselves? it is a very curious thing. and i have written another small post in response to your comment about an orchid and fear ... perhaps i'll post it at noun some time.i think what you say of silence is infinitely important. it should be the church we sit inside of most often. or at least i agree with you in this way. and how gorgeously what you write comes across in translation, the "special stillness possible only in a shadow of a big and dark green." green being a definitive noun:) i can only respond by saying i wish i had written this.))xoerin
oh! i'm so silly! i mentioned fear! ha, and quickly forgot about it because it wasn't really my genuine feeling, but rather something imposed. (oh, i am useless with my memory. i forget myself so easily.)
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))