Douglas, years ago, I asked you to discuss hope with me as I was experiencing significant despair. Much like today, though today brings both personal and collective despair. Your first response was that hope is what's possible. I've held that in my heart ever since. In these moments of despair, I continually ask myself, what's possible here?
Robins here too in Downeast Maine. They must know something we do not because they are early and most welcome. That connection with the natural world is the greatest tonic. As Douglas translates Krishna saying in chapter 7 of the Bhagavadgita: "I am water's essence...I am the light shining in the rabbit moon and the sun...In earth its wholesome fragrance, in the sun its radiance..." and if the author knew about Robins in the north country, he/she might have added: " I am the robin's song in late February with snow on the ground."
When the center isn’t holding, what can we do to make the falconer relevant? How can we turn the tides so the best are full of passionate intensity while the worst lack conviction? The man with the head of a lion is turning toward Bethlehem. How do we create a conversation that revives the innocent???
Douglas, years ago, I asked you to discuss hope with me as I was experiencing significant despair. Much like today, though today brings both personal and collective despair. Your first response was that hope is what's possible. I've held that in my heart ever since. In these moments of despair, I continually ask myself, what's possible here?
Robins here too in Downeast Maine. They must know something we do not because they are early and most welcome. That connection with the natural world is the greatest tonic. As Douglas translates Krishna saying in chapter 7 of the Bhagavadgita: "I am water's essence...I am the light shining in the rabbit moon and the sun...In earth its wholesome fragrance, in the sun its radiance..." and if the author knew about Robins in the north country, he/she might have added: " I am the robin's song in late February with snow on the ground."
My inner Keats is flying with the nightingales.
When the center isn’t holding, what can we do to make the falconer relevant? How can we turn the tides so the best are full of passionate intensity while the worst lack conviction? The man with the head of a lion is turning toward Bethlehem. How do we create a conversation that revives the innocent???
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Second_Coming_(poem)
I love how The Second Coming is read on wiki. Great rendition.