As we head into autumn, and then the long winter, I need to remind myself that spring is always, always on the other side. Holidays are not enough to distract me from the short days, the low gray clouds, the rains and the bone-deep chill of the Northwest after its glorious summers fade. There's always a price to pay, isn't there, always another turn of the wheel. Good ol' yin and yang. This poem was sent to me and I thought it would be a good way to wrap up September:
The Way It Is
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
~ William Stafford ~
3 comments:
I found your blog a couple of days (by some convulted surfing that I've lost track of). At the risk of sounding like a gushing fool I love it. I love the way you write, the way you look beyond the surface and your honesty. As a 48 year old woman I especially appreciate the idea that it's OK to sit with the discomfort rather than plough on regardless, stiff upper lip to the fore.
Nell, thank you so much. I don't know how many people stumble across my blog but it's so gratifying to know that it makes somewhat of a positive impact! I appreciate your comments very much.
Good. Your blog deserves more than stumbling. So there...
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