Minding Our World – A Time to Plant

I guess you know by now that I like reading poetry. I don’t know when this affection began – maybe back in kindergarten…”A birdy with a yellow bill hopped upon my windowsill…” Anyone remember that one?  But, given the embarrassing fact that this rhyme has stayed with me over 70 years, I imagine I can safely trace the roots of my love of poetry back to that early time.

I have never attempted to compose a poem, though this undertaking would seem natural given my interest. Who knows? Maybe someday.

For today, though, I’d like to share with you another of my favorites – a bit more sophisticated than the yellow-billed birdy on the sill.  I came across this poem again last week and, after sitting with it for awhile, realized it had so much more meaning for me now than it ever did way back when. Don’t get me wrong. I have always loved reading May Sarton’s poetry. I suppose that’s why I saved this one. But back then the context of my reading was so very different. And my interpretation, naturally, was based on the experiences I brought to the reading. Back then the much younger me concluded that this was an inspired tale of aging (which, of course, it is).

But now, as I read Ms. Sarton’s […]

February 17th, 2021|Minding Our World|15 Comments

Minding Our Spirits, Our Minds and Our World – A Reflection

A few disparate events oddly coincided this past weekend, influencing my mood and ultimately inspiring this particular post.

The first occurred on Friday night, as my husband and I were driving home. It was a beautifully clear, though frigidly cold evening. As we are so rarely out at night these days, this event alone was singular. But then, as I looked off to my right, I gasped. There, in the dark eastern sky, hung what I believe was the biggest, brightest fullest moon I have ever seen. And I couldn’t take my eyes from it. As I stared, and drew my husband’s attention to this spectacular sight, I had the eerie feeling that it was trying to tell me something. “What”, I asked my husband, “was it saying?” Thinking senility was close at hand, he had no answer.

Returning home, I immediately journaled about that magnificent, magical, majestic, mysterious moon vision, still looking for the significance I knew was there. Seeking an answer, I googled that night’s moon and learned it is called a Wolf Moon. It is thought that January’s full Moon is called a Wolf Moon because wolves were more often heard howling more loudly at this time of year due to hunger brought on by the cold January nights. Interesting, I thought, though not relevant to […]

Minding Our World – A New Day Dawns

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” Dr. Martin Luther King

 Monday…January 18, 2001.  I’m writing this post on the morning of MLK Day. I don’t think I will complete it today because the week ahead promises to provide much more inspiration that I believe may, in some way, reflect back on today. But on this day, I’m thinking about the words of Dr. King and how relevant they remain, so many years later.

I am saddened by their lingering relevance. I wish I could say something like “…but that was another time…we’ve learned and grown so much since then. Just look how things have changed!” But, unfortunately, that is not the case. Not much has changed. We’ve grown older, but not wiser. It may be that we are right back there, in the same mindset, as we were then, when Dr. King stood on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial that August day in 1963 and shared his dream with us. I was in college that summer, in upstate New York and regretting that I had not skipped classes and gone to DC with some of my friends to witness in person this historic address.

But now I wonder…had Dr. King not left us way too early, […]

January 21st, 2021|Minding Our World|2 Comments

Minding Our Spirits – Wintering

This is my fourth attempt at writing this post.

It’s frustrating, but each prior effort has quickly taken an unwelcome turn – far out of alignment with my vision for this space. In the wake of the horrific events of last week, climaxing an already challenging year, my frame of mind is out of sync with how I want to communicate here. I’ve been experiencing such strong negativity– deep sadness, intense anger, utter helplessness and crippling fear – and I can’t find the words.

I had planned on this post being about the process of “wintering”.  But try as I might, I just couldn’t get where I wanted to go without my emotions taking over. But now, on my fourth try, as I think about it, maybe I can still use this theme and maybe, just maybe, it is precisely the right topic to moderate all this personal angst I’m feeling. Maybe…

So now I force myself to think about how much I have always loved winter above all other seasons. I’m certain this atypical preference is rooted, in large part, in my introversion. Wrapped in winter’s solitude…silence…stillness…even its darkness – I am secure and at peace. Additionally, there’s the hardiness of winter foods, the bulky warmth of winter clothes, the invigorating impact of outdoor activities and the stinging bite […]

January 14th, 2021|Minding Our Spirits|6 Comments
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