My husband brought me pussy-willows to lay on the Easter altar this week. A welcome greeting from the waking earth to the Resurrected One - who loves to see all things bursting into life. Rilke is my friend in this season: “Spring has come - the earth is like a child who knows poems.”
My dreams have been wild and unrestful recently. I’m worrying about something in the nights - something only seen in glimpses. I never have nightmares, but the unrest is a frustration - a haunting of sorts that leaves me unprepared for the day. I fall into my favorite books while Petka naps, to comfort myself in the thoughts of others: “perhaps everything terrible is in it’s deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.” ~Rilke
More and more I find myself retreating from the news - not in fear so much as in a sort of exhausted frustration. News is too often sad and frightening. It focuses on the evil in the world when there is still so much good! I’m not naive, I know there is suffering, but in the words I hear and read I’d like to be uplifted. I’ve discovered (thanks to my dear friend Christie) the delightful trend of leaving random gifts! I want to join in, don’t you?
Our days have been warm this week - all excepting today - and Yarrow has been running around joyfully naked. She’s calling herself ‘naked baby’ and painting her skin with ‘tattoos.’ That, and her tendency to kiss her daddy’s new ink ‘goodnight’ each evening makes me think she’ll be getting some of her own in another 16 years!
One of the hardest parts of letter writing for me is keeping track of addresses. I have two letters on my table - one to an old, and one to a new friend - unsent because of the disorder in my mind. I need a system, for this and so many other things!
I’ve painted my tabletop with chalkboard paint! Yarrow enjoys it, but not half so much as I do. I can write my ‘to-do’ lists without using up page after page of my writing journals..at least, so long as I don’t mind the smearing of small hands, and my own tendency to spill coffee..
Our Easter flowers are still alive..Does that seem right to you?It’s a little frightening, they’re supposed to die at some point, aren’t they? And, how dorky am I that I can’t even post a blog without including a random (but so fitting!) quote from Firefly? I LOVE that show more than most things..I think I’d get solar power just to watch it all in one go, without worrying about the battery in my computer.
Blessed Weekend everyone! And, you know where to find more of these, right??