Thanks for the poem Heather! Here is one about wild swans that has been on my mind lately. It can be hard when everything is changing and also nothing changes.
The Wild Swans at Coole BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/william-butler-yeats The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine-and-fifty swans.
The nineteenth autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, And now my heart is sore. All's changed since I, hearing at twilight, The first time on this shore, The bell-beat of their wings above my head, Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold Companionable streams or climb the air; Their hearts have not grown old; Passion or conquest, wander where they will, Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water, Mysterious, beautiful; Among what rushes will they build, By what lake's edge or pool Delight men's eyes when I awake some day To find they have flown away?
On Wed, Dec 22, 2021 at 9:02 AM Heather Merrick heather.e.merrick@gmail.com wrote:
Congrats, Ash!
Speaking of birds, here’s “Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver. Sometimes a poem can be useful…
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
– Mary Oliver
Take care and be safe.
- Heather
On Dec 22, 2021, at 5:40 AM, Ash Ponders ashponders@gmail.com wrote:
Hey Everyone.
How’s it going? I’m hanging out down here in Panama for the holidays. It’s honestly a bit sweaty. Not excatly Chris Cringle’s stomping grounds.
A bunch of my photos came out in Audubon magazine this week, so that’s kinda nice.
https://www.audubon.org/magazine/winter-2021/the-grand-dream-international-p...
If anyone has a copy, could you send me photos of the spread?
-ash ponders
On Wednesday, Dec 22, 2021 at 08:24, Maria Bustillos maria@popula.com wrote: hey Joel
(Happy hols everyone, it's been so nice to see you for a moment!)
On Wed, Dec 22, 2021, 5:04 AM Joel Johnson joeljohnson@gmail.com wrote:
hey
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