Thursday, April 16, 2020

to a Child dancing in the Wind

DANCE there upon the shore;
What need have you to care
For wind or water's roar?
And tumble out your hair
That the salt drops have wet;
Being young you have not known
The fool's triumph, nor yet
Love lost as soon as won,
Nor the best labourer dead
And all the sheaves to bind.
What need have you to dread
The monstrous crying of wind?

Has no one said those daring
Kind eyes should be more learn'd?
Or warned you how despairing
The moths are when they are burned,
I could have warned you, but you are young,
So we speak a different tongue.

O you will take whatever's offered
And dream that all the world's a friend,
Suffer as your mother suffered,
Be as broken in the end.
But I am old and you are young,
And I speak a barbarous tongue.

// W.B. Yeats (1865-1939) Responsibilities and Other Poems, 1916.

Expecto matronum

the past 7 and the next 7 years
labor & love

Hans said you're like a bird, and your thought/decision process like firecrackers.
"... but while you're there we appreciate the beauty of your flight, and the delicacy of the wings that ... soar aloft, and we can continue the metaphor much further than it should go, allows you to go places that we can't follow but we can appreciate the fact that you're enjoying the flight... (hilarious, I receive that) We do enjoy the momentary aligning when you perch on our shoulders and the song that you sing while you're there, and then we just hope it's not too long before you land again..."

I thanked Seda for pointing the middle way 13 years ago, and holding my sights, from the beginning to love and honor and be satisfied with the length of that life. She had said butterfly ... And when there's two middle ways? Choose the harder of the two ways (E.E.).

The NYC years will always be precious -- for the gift of separation and self-hood that entered me into the freedom of self-giving, long and deep and wide, of love for neighbor, the fun, the feasts, the revelry, the Church. 

thank You for wings. Yours and mine.

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