In Blackwater Woods
Look, the trees
their own bodies
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
the long tapers
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders
of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is
I have ever learned
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal,
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it,
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
…nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
— e.e. cummings, from somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
…and is not intent on arriving.” — Lao Tzu
However, a traveler with lung cancer gets tired, and Home can be a nice place indeed, especially in Indian Summer. Hello, sunny Bay Area! Note to self: unpack winter clothing before husband makes garage inpenetrable. I was horrifically unprepared for east coast weather (due to being locked out of the garage), so I was most uncomfortable while wandering the cute stores on Warren St. in Hudson, NY.
The journey began with 97 degree heat in Los Angeles for the Paul Weller concert. New Jersey and Philadelphia were milder and somewhat sunny after a storm. The trees were magnificent through New Jersey, and I managed a glimpse of “Drumthwacket”—the governor’s mansion in Princeton, NJ!! New York started out crisp and sunny. What a difference a day makes. 32 degrees and snowing the very next day. No wonder I feel so bedraggled!
This week has been a marvel of warmth and light. I actually tried to garden, which may account for the soreness and the wicked sunburn. At least I hope that’s all it is…
The journey east was bittersweet and inspirational. It was life-changing and too close to my heart to discuss right now. A reminder that Vox had the EASY button called Privacy Settings for use on moments like these.
My thoughts are scattered and unresolved, so I’ll close with a picture taken on the 36th Street Walkway through the University of Pennsylvania in Philadelphia.