“Of course! the path to heaven/ doesn't lie down in flat miles./ It's in the imagination/ with which you perceive/ this world,/ and the gestures/ with which you honor it.”
(Did that sentence I just wrote work? It sounds awkward, ending a sentence with the phrase in consideration of, but it also sounds jarringly lovely. Let me know).
Yes. it works, and I misread the word "awkward" as "awakened." Lovely on all levels.
Your use of the word "luminous" reminded me of this poem:
This entire post brings clarity to my sadness and all the other feelings that are surfacing as I witness all those in Canada and on the East Coast experiencing what we in this far northwestern corner of Washington State have been experiencing together in recent years.
What love has given to us, no one can take away. No one can take away our sadness or our joy as whole human beings in this strange world.
That was really nice to read. And sad. The interconnectedness of things is always there for us to see and yet we segregate ourselves. Rich, middle class, working class. White, Asian, African. British, American, Bangladeshi. I often feel an interloper in the Highlands of Scotland as I am what is termed a "blow in". But the truth is there are no borders. I am as much a part of this place, this community, as those who are sixth generation. The divisions don't help. Maybe they just stop us dwelling on the haze moving elsewhere.
So lovely; so much to dwell on; thank you.
I am reminded of Mary Oliver’s words:
“Of course! the path to heaven/ doesn't lie down in flat miles./ It's in the imagination/ with which you perceive/ this world,/ and the gestures/ with which you honor it.”
Thanks for this, Daniel
I love Ordinary Plots!
Thank you 🧡🧡🧡
Hoping relief comes to Canada and the East Coast soon.
(Did that sentence I just wrote work? It sounds awkward, ending a sentence with the phrase in consideration of, but it also sounds jarringly lovely. Let me know).
Yes. it works, and I misread the word "awkward" as "awakened." Lovely on all levels.
Your use of the word "luminous" reminded me of this poem:
https://shermanalexie.substack.com/p/a-window-in-spokane-washington
This entire post brings clarity to my sadness and all the other feelings that are surfacing as I witness all those in Canada and on the East Coast experiencing what we in this far northwestern corner of Washington State have been experiencing together in recent years.
What love has given to us, no one can take away. No one can take away our sadness or our joy as whole human beings in this strange world.
Thank you for reading, Amanda! And for this poem, and your words.
this poem is so soft and lovely
Beautifully expressed thoughts as always. Thank you for always reminding us how connected we all are. I will read Carson's book.
That was really nice to read. And sad. The interconnectedness of things is always there for us to see and yet we segregate ourselves. Rich, middle class, working class. White, Asian, African. British, American, Bangladeshi. I often feel an interloper in the Highlands of Scotland as I am what is termed a "blow in". But the truth is there are no borders. I am as much a part of this place, this community, as those who are sixth generation. The divisions don't help. Maybe they just stop us dwelling on the haze moving elsewhere.