Nina, my old friend of 40+ years, and blogmate from methodtwomadness, came into the city with her husband yesterday for a visit and lunch. It’s only the second time we’ve seen each other since the beginning of Covid.
She brought me one of her beautiful paintings. The Oracle knows how much this lifted my spirits. Thanks Nina
time
is what we can always give–
listening with the language
of the heart
happy to be
remembering all the rivers
of song shared
in the between
And what of this life?
The mind sets itself, darkening,
wandering through a self-contained maze.
But here’s the sun, shining on my face–
melting the brittle brumal pathways
that detour spirit.
In the middle of the afternoon, on a clear day, the sun shines between the buildings across the street right into my windows. The other day just as I took a break and lay down on my couch, savoring the warmth, this version of John Denver’s “Sunshine” came on the radio.
Which of course made me think of George Harrison’s “Here Comes the Sun”.
Gifts. For this week’s earthweal challenge.
K. 