Most days I live awed by the world we have still, rather than mourning the worlds we have lost. The bandit mask of a cedar waxwing on a bare branch a few feet away; the clear bright sun of a frozen winter noon; the rise of Orion in the eastern evening sky-every day, every night, I give thanks for another chance to notice. I see beauty everywhere; so much beauty I often speak it aloud. So much beauty I often laugh, and my day is made.

Still if you wanted to, I think, you could feel sadness without end. I’m not even talking about hungry children or domestic violence or endless wars between supposedly grown men…but ‘you mustn’t be frightened if a sadness rises in front of you, larger than any you even seen,’ said Rilke, ‘you must realize that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in it hand and will not let you fall. Paul Bogard, The End of Night: Searching for Natural Darkness in an Age of Artificial Light

John waxwing u

Photo John Baumann

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2 Responses to

  1. Barb Estinson says:

    John’s picture and the quote are great. I especially like the Rilke quote on sadness.

  2. Di Anne Lewis says:

    Yes. Melancholy & joy are not unrelated…..in my lifetime I’ve found that impossible to even try to explain to the “happy” people. I’ll always remember showing my mother my collection of poems I loved for an advanced English class in high school – – – she looked at them and asked that I assure my teacher that I am a happy girl…..Oy. WTF even decades ago.

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