Life has been cozy. It doesn't always feel this way. Mostly it has seemed like one endless fight to survive from one hour to the next or even one year to the next.
This Lent has been a time of waiting. Waiting for what is next. I'm looking forward to an upcoming retreat at Mt. Carmel. Father will be giving us lectures on the poetry of a Carmelite Nun. I bought her collected works and I am already smitten.
Here's a taste of the the nun-poet Jessica Powers:
My heart ran forth on little feet of music
to keep the new commandment.
(O feast and frolic of awakening spring!)
It would beguile the world to be a garden
with seeds of one refrain: My little children,
love one another; so my heart would sing
But wisdom halted it, out far afield,
asked: did you sow this seed
around your house, or in the neighbor's garden
or any nearby acreage of need?
No? Then it will not grow in outer places.
Love has its proper soil, its native land;
its first roots fasten on the near-at-hand.
Back toward the house from which I deftly fled,
down neighbors' lanes, across my father's barley
my heart brought home its charity. It said:
love is a simple plant like a Creeping Charlie;
once it takes root its talent is to spread.
pg 45 The Selected Poetry of Jessica Powers
Creeping Charlie is a lovely little plant from the mint family.
Have you seen window stars yet? These were made over Christmas. They are indeed massive, taking up the entire window, but they are perfect. I hope the rainbows bring some joy to the outside world.
I put them up after taking down the delightfully old fashioned giant rainbow Christmas lights. I didn't want to take them down. They were so joyful. I remember when we were little Dad would put them up on our house all along the trim.
From the inside the Queen has claimed yet another throne. The giant granny square green fields afghan is complete! Unfortunately I neglected to take a picture of its finished glory before it went off to its new home.
Since I gave it to my parents in honor of a Very Important wedding anniversary date, I will probably be able to snap another photo at some point. I also meant to write a meaningful card to go with it, but sometimes the best of intentions go awry.
A look out the window shows the erstwhile garden. I have since revamped and redistributed the plants. And grown some more.
Til next time,