The world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Quote: Mary Oliver
Image: David Kanigan
Soft the dove-hued shadows mingle,
Color fades, sound droops to sleep.
Life and motion melt to darkness
Swaying murmurs far and deep.
But the night moth’s languid flitting
Stirs the air invisibly:
Oh, the hour of wordless longing;
I in all, and all in me.
Twilight—tranquil, brooding twilight,
Course through me, serene and smooth;
Quiet, languid, fragrant twilight,
Flood all depths, all sorrows soothe,
Every sense in dark and cooling
Grant that I may taste extinction
In the dreaming universe.
Quote: Fyodor Tyutchev, from Twilight; (Translated by Avrahm Yarmolinsky). Written in 1835.
Photo: DK @ Twilight. 5:45 am September 12, 2021. 67° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.
with thanks to David Kanigan
Thank you, David.
Go ahead, lip sync. I’ll wait. 362 consecutive days. Like in a Row. Morning walk @ Cove Island Park.
I can see her from the parking lot. She’s up. I rush to grab the camera gear, worried that she’s going to plop down again and I’ll miss the shot.
Yet, Something is off.
A raven approaches the nest with his shrill KRAA! KRAA! KRAA! […]
“Dawn is coming…… I step quietly from my bed, alive to the silences around me. This is the quiet time, the time of innocence and soft thoughts, the childhood of the day. Now is the moment when I must pause and lift my heart – now, before the day fragments and my consciousness shatters into a thousand pieces. For this is the moment when the senses are most alive, when a thought, a touch, a piece of music can shape the spirit and color of the day. But if I am not careful – if I rise, frantic, from my bed, full of small concerns – the mystical flow of the imagination at rest will be broken, the past and the future will rush in to claim my mind, and I will be swept up into life’s petty details and myriad obligations. Gone will be the openness that comes only to the waking heart, and with it, the chance to focus the spirit and consecrate the day. “
We rise to this day in anticipation. It is the first day of the new year in the Christian tradition. It is the first day of Advent.
May it begin with quiet time – time allowing for ‘ the openness that comes only to the waking heart’.
Quote: Kent Nerburn, Small Grace: The Quiet Gifts of Everyday life
Photo: David Kanigan