Saturday morning:
Fall ~ bellowing scarlet and tangerine this morning! I am completely delirious with the mad beauty of it all, so after yoga and after a most glorious soak in the hot tub (whilst pearly West coast raindrops danced upon my head) I puttered into the kitchen, put on some Tamar Korn and made a pot of Earl Gray Tea to enjoy on the front steps. (I was in a London Fog sort of mood so I added steamed soya milk and vanilla beans and a dollup of honey which makes all the difference in the world as everyone knows)
I am currently working on a miracle which is not the easiest thing in the world to do (as everyone knows) You see, I just found out that my beautiful home that I am renting is about to go up for sale which reduced me to a puddle of tears most of yesterday as I ADORE this house very much. It is a happy home, a beautiful home and the trees in the garden love my poetry almost as much as I cherish their dear presence and good humor. Blackberry crumbles smell good in this house, dogs fall asleep happily dreaming by the fireside in this house, friends of my children love to show up for breakfast unannounced in this house.
It is a very good house.
But after a whole day of crying it occurred to me that the wise words of my dear friend Jen Gray contained a mustard seed of wisdom when she wrote 'you are a miracle' in response to my petition for a miracle on face book.
I myself am a miracle. And dear Walt Whitman would agree on this one.
AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.
So, on this blustery, bellowing Autumn day I will surrender to the mystery, the magic, the long brown path of the open road before me, leading wherever I choose. And I choose a path which leads to a beautiful, sunny, spirited home to contain all the love that is so abundant in my life.
spilling my bright, incalculable soul (ee cummings)
love, always
maddie
pst! some bountiful, beauteous Fall loveliness for your viewing pleasure
oh, maddie!
ReplyDeleteyou ARE good fortune, and if this is the house for you you have the fortune it takes to make it yours! trust that even when you cannot see it through the lens of logic.
if, however, the open road beckons, then i am equally sure that a very happy home sits awaiting your arrival, where blackberry crumbles will smell so very good, dogs will fall asleep happily fireside, and the friends of your children will instinctively find you for a morning's repast.
i believe this with all my heart.
let's see!
xx
I believe an answer and a house will arrive.~ xoxo
ReplyDeleteoh. i see you in a gypsy wagon, truly making the road your home, dog as first mate in the passenger seat. (i am savoring that bit of fantasy.) but regardless, you will take that magic with you wherever you end up. no way you cannot.
ReplyDeletexoxo
I am sorry about your house...I hope you find a beautiful, wonderful house soon. Happy thoughts.
ReplyDeletewhere every you are, there must be happiness. that said, i do wish you very good fortune!
ReplyDeleteYou are indeed your own miracle and your own good fortune! Sending butterfly wishes that remind you, if ever you forget. xo
ReplyDeleteAww, I'm sorry to hear, knowing you have to move is enough stress, but when you love it so, it's like having to leave a good friend behind. How blessed you've been to have such a wonderful nest, but remember it was you that created it, you and your family, and you that manifested it into your life. There's no doubt the same is true now, maybe even better!
ReplyDeleteBlessing await just around the corner :-)