My mind is
prone to wander into mazes that may be playful and fun but not as productive
perhaps as … so many other things and perhaps another look at habits of mind
and remembrance. There isn’t anything so scary there anymore, in that dark
path, where twilight once hovered and slipped into a sometimes beautiful
blanket of dark and moon. Moon-shadows that light the ground like outstretched limbs rest in full length, awaiting full light. Heat returns as sun rises and all nuance of light and dark changes. It is the thrill of a page turning, lunar light over water. Absolutely captivating.
The thrill
of a page-turning is as simply beautiful as a leaf turning, a leaf floating,
borne by any wisp of wind or even silence, to the ground waiting below, where
it will begin to dissolve, slowly, into pieces, fragments, becoming almost
fossil-like if we know how to look. The map and story of that leaf remains, in
memory – ours and the Earth’s and the tree’s – as we honor the simple turning
of seasons.
The delight
of glittering sunlight is like a glimmer of a smile on a face which lights with
love, remembrance, memory of laughter, and the spark of what will come next, an
outstretched hand, a thought as a bridge to new tomorrows, and the absolute joy
of come-what-may, the adventures we create and are.
No comments:
Post a Comment