Now I know why David didn’t write at all while he was studying abroad! There’s so much to see and do, it’s barely all I can keep up with blogging updates on the trip.
In theory, I’d like to write about today…but I don’t think I could do it justice. I’m feeling sort of poem-ish lately (not poetic, exactly, but something). So here’s something, a little poem by Marvin Bell.
We need some pines to assuage the darkness when it blankets the mind, we need a silvery stream that banks as smoothly as a plane's wing, and a worn bed of needles to pad the rumble that fills the mind, and a blur or two of a wild thing that sees and is not seen. We need these things between appointments, after work, and, if we keep them, then someone someday, lying down after a walk and supper, with the fire hole wet down, the whole night sky set at a particular time, without numbers or hours, will cause a little sound of thanks--a zipper or a snap-- to close round the moment and the thought of whatever good we did.