Celebrating quiet miracles . . .

In Freya's mailbox: Spring in Okieland, so, naturally, it is raining just after having tended to the lawns yesterday.

“Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands...Perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences. – Neal Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (2013).

In America, The gap between the rhetoric of family values and the reality of poverty and solitude is clearly wide...By contrast, Swedish society operates with an elegant (existential) contradiction: true love and friendship, indeed any authentic relationship, is built not on mutual dependence, but on equality, freedom of choice and autonomy.

What to do while in an eddy of The Watercourse: Take time to take time.

Take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention. – John O'Donohue

When it rains, it should be raining

There are at least ten-thousand things

and most all have a voice of some kind.

Most of them, tho

can't be specified or enumerated with

by or on a spread-sheet. That said,

it was you I heard

this morning just at sunrise.

There were 17 of you

but you flew as one overhead

all of us headed for the Heron pond,

talking, it seemed, about the day ahead:

Wonderments about your cousins

– the frogs – barking like

the neighborhood dogs

at your graceful, noisy, arrival.

Sometimes you whisper

in the leaves and grasses, and

once, all at the same time,

your thunder

announced that rain

was about to speak.

jb