Indian Independence Day...you could say I observed it by being independent of the journal project. By the time I get around to addressing Day 16 in the wee hours of the 16th, a painful bout of bursitis that preoccupied me on the 15th has, lordwilling,had begun to recede.
A typically both-clumsy-and-profound quotation from Rumi is Lisa's 'inspiration for today,' to the effect that, even in winter, when the tree seems 'dead,' the root is still at work. This sentiment is repeated in a short poem by (I seem to remember it was Eve Merriam) and another one I wrote myself, to this day unsure of whether and how much I was quoting hers (or whosever it was)...but I am unable to find it or anything like it on the 'net. Could I have written the sentiment all by myself? Now what did I name it...a frequent quandary when looking for the file of a certain poem, remembered from the text but not the title!
Serendipitously, a devotional message that I read next quotes a personal 'root' memory of my own, a golden oldie hymn I haven't heard in years: "God be with you til we meet again." It brings up such a palpable response that I want to share it right away with my family, vis the following email message:
A typically both-clumsy-and-profound quotation from Rumi is Lisa's 'inspiration for today,' to the effect that, even in winter, when the tree seems 'dead,' the root is still at work. This sentiment is repeated in a short poem by (I seem to remember it was Eve Merriam) and another one I wrote myself, to this day unsure of whether and how much I was quoting hers (or whosever it was)...but I am unable to find it or anything like it on the 'net. Could I have written the sentiment all by myself? Now what did I name it...a frequent quandary when looking for the file of a certain poem, remembered from the text but not the title!
Serendipitously, a devotional message that I read next quotes a personal 'root' memory of my own, a golden oldie hymn I haven't heard in years: "God be with you til we meet again." It brings up such a palpable response that I want to share it right away with my family, vis the following email message:
[When I see/hear/sing this song I can almost feel warm hugs and "'bye"s
after we had all sung it at the conclusion of a get together with friends and elders
who made up my childhood church. Not so much reveling as just feeling that
everything was good, everything was right with the world, for this time and place
and would be, lord willing, until next time.
The writer's comment at the end is a reminder not to just enjoy the blessing
(in this case, of a fond memory, the blessing of fellowship), but to pray for others (and, in
opportunities that present themselves, to play it forward...to practice and
share the hospitality and kindness we have experienced.)
Maybe that's stating the obvious. Maybe not. It's an affirmation of the lifestyle
to which we are committed.
'Just wanted to share that -- and the love -- with you today!
Hugs,
Mom (S)]
Roots. Even on the difficult days, they remain. Remembered, they give us wings.
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