Wednesday, September 9, 2009
I like trees because they seem
more resigned to the way they have
to live than other things do.
Maybe I should drop my to-do list and take a walk and look for trees. Look, you ask? Yes. How many walks lately have I taken,and not seen a single tree,saw only the things going on inside of me. This morning, I need to see trees. An oak would be nice. There aren't too many old fellows around my suburban home. I live on what used to be a farm. I actually saw them rip up the farmland...much regret and sadness for having done so. But, I could not stop it. When they tore down the old white farm house..oh! I sighed horribly. A bank building stands where it once did..but I remember her clapboard form,unable to move or flee from her destroyers.
No,today,I need a Bur Oak, prairie survivor,withstander of fires,deep rooted one.
Come,we'll talk to the trees
the venerable holy fathers
their evening branches hung with crows
like funeral flowers.
Walk softly among my friends
and listen,learn forbearance.
Deep in their cowls their voices
murmur Te Deum, praise the Great Spirit,
the Sun God. Offer thanks to Allah,
to Buddha,to the Great Goddess.
Nodding and bowing,they reach
wide arms in friendship. They do not
bloody the soil to prove
whose prayer is best. Listen.
They will grant you absolution. Repent.
by ALICE D'ALESSIO/ Wisconsin poet
I want to paint today,but that will not happen, and I am stifled. Stifled by duties. Duties that cannot be ignored..rotted window,broken garage door opener,furnace cleaning..bah!
I haven't dipped a brush in paint in a long time....and today I want to. This urge is fleeting. I'm not that good, in fact, I'm down right an amateur, but I want to mix colors and dab my brush on paper...play. So....
what am I to do. I can't just dip a little...oh no! I throw myself into anything I do..I love that "zone"
Take a walk girl this morning...get absolution for not following your desire.