I spent a good part of the yesterday on my knees, inputing the seeds, following the moon's course, hoping for rain...and about a dreamy hour sitting in the Hoop-Dee-Do-House listening to that rain song; a good steeping tune that left whole droplets of moisture on the unnatural roof overhead. I had planned it all that way, actually. The day. The rows. The sitting. Ahhh, but the dreaming- I did not plan for, no- not in any sure way. I read of beauty while sitting there, according to John O'Donohue-
"Beyond the veils of language and the noise of activity, the most profound events of our lives take place in those fleeting moments where something else shines through, something that can never be fixed in language, something given quickly and quietly as the gift of your next breath...."
As I read those words, a bit of paranoid fear rose up in me- I looked around, I felt as though I had a visitor- reading my thoughts, watching my actions- chiming in by what I was reading. But it was only recognition I feared, I understood more in those words than I cared to realize. I know of beauty, I have been singing her praises for well over six years- she came to me in acknowledgements from the tiny fragrant stems of Lily of the Valley, in Lilacs and only-the-colors of sunsets. My world was dark and gloomy back then, ultra black. In those times, I came to realize- Beauty does not whisper, she bellows and screams if necessary to get one's attention. She secretly, invisibly weaves a spell right under your nose with the sweetest of perfumes- so even if your eyes can't see the wonder of it all, your sense of smell betrays your sadness and overwhelms your sorrow but only for that moment. It is not lasting- those remnants, but it is enough to cause one to store the splendor away in such a place that time nor tides can harm. It is like a well in one's very soul that these moments are tenderly kept and ladled out if need be, in sudden storm or torrent. And another thing yesterday taught me- one cannot keep beauty to oneself. It will wither and die, the fine moment- forgotten.
There are many things worth forgetting in life, beauty is not one of them. Remember with the company you keep today- of those fat, heavy ladles you may have in your well. Dole them out, water someone.
Take care-
6 comments:
The pictures you post remind of beauty every time I log in. Even though I don't get to have my wedding there, it's on my bucket list.
How very beautifully written Terry. Now, I shall go forth this day and find someone to water...
Rhiannon,
I got your bucket babe, anytime- you and yours are welcome here, take the train, stay in my hospitality. I'll be your guide or wander at will- it is a place of luxurious welcome.
Jayne, you've watered me well friend. The book, an unexpected joy...so much it means to me, I cannot say truly.
I have been so deeply inspired by this loveliest of lingering springs, I have never encountered such magnitude...every day, something more.
That's it exactly. I wish I could write my feelings like this. Oh well....Klutzy man
oh, daer beautiful true. it's been tooo tooo long. but oh the poetry i just read....your words, your image. the ladle of the soul......
is that the john o'donohue, the irish priest and poet? i met him once. had tea with him. i believe he polished off a plate of irish stew while i sat there asking him questions, awaiting his answers. drove him in my little wild car. the one that so misbehaved. i loved him. my heart nearly broke when i read that he'd died. if it's the same jo'd. how uncanny--not really--that you and i would find him a writer with words to return to....
i miss you. this is heavenly to come and find this magnificence here....you are amazing. love, an old friend and scribe....
yes miss bam, it is he. oh, to have been a fly on the window of the volvo wagon?! how do you stay so composed with such enormity of beauty in human form sitting across the table from you, eating irish stew?! think back please, did one answer really stick forever with you? it is uncanny...i miss you, sorry for the silent treatment...
thank you as always for the then and the now.
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