I have loved writing a blog….and I may again. But it’s been a long time with a lot of beginnings and no finished piece. I think you understand….about the world moving head-spinningly fast and, with it, our understanding of our new reality.
I find it increasingly painful to see our country move each day farther from what I have thought of as its best vision of itself. I’ve been trying to find a way to live now without feeling constant despair. I am grateful for the life I have and the people I love who are part of it., and I would like to stay in touch with those who have read my blog in the past and responded to it. So until I can bear to think my own thoughts here again, I offer the thoughts of others that give me comfort, beginning here with a poem by W. S. Merwin.
To Paula In Late Spring
Let me imagine that we will come again
when we want to and it will be spring
we will be no older than we ever were
the worn griefs will have eased like the early cloud
through which the morning slowly comes to itself
and the ancient defenses against the dead
will be done with and left to the dead at last
the light will be as it is now in the garden
that we have made here these years together
of our long evenings and astonishment