The plane home was very late last night. The car battery, nearly dead. The house was dark. My mailbox was full. The violets on the kitchen table, wilted. To leave others at peace, I pulled a quilt from the hall closet and settled on the sofa, my mind still lit with the radiance of a weekend under the sun, the moon and the stars.
Sometimes you think you’re in the middle of nowhere. And then you look through the pitch blackness of the night and into the inconceivable shine of a mountain sky and know exactly where you are. You’re not in the middle of nowhere. You’re in the middle of forever.
If you can’t see the stars, see the moon. If not the moon, then the sun. And if you do not see the sun, watch your step and keep going.
Because this is what I found in my mailbox last night.
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Where to learn how to watch your step:
The Plunge one-day retreat in Pittsburgh Oct. 1 (Now with a partners’ discount)
Beginner’s Mind one-day meditation retreat in LA Oct. 9
Love Beyond Limits parenting workshop in Athens, GA Oct. 22
That was beautifully written, and thanks for the link to that fabulous site.
Comment by Neil — September 19, 2011 @ 8:39 am
the middle of forever. oh i would like to think so, for sure.
Comment by Brittany — September 19, 2011 @ 8:44 am
Ah… sunlight….
AHHHHH… RAIN!!!!
Yes, Houston. We have rain!
Comment by Lin — September 19, 2011 @ 9:40 am
Oh, no! Not *the* violets!
Comment by Auntie — September 19, 2011 @ 12:04 pm
That poem is amazing. Thank you.
Comment by Michelle — September 19, 2011 @ 4:49 pm
Lovely words. Yours and his. Thank you.
Comment by Nichole — September 19, 2011 @ 8:54 pm
Thanks so much for this – the reminder, your writing and the link to his, and his.
Sunlight.
Yes, I’ll add that to my list, even as it pours outside.
Comment by Christa — September 20, 2011 @ 5:12 am
Thank you for that ‘gift’. In this busy world of ours, I forget about poetry, art painted with words. Simply wonderful.
Comment by Jim (formerly of Mongolia) — September 20, 2011 @ 4:33 pm