The last poetry prompt of the month is to write a closing time poem.
The door stands ajar.
The curtain rises.
The window is open
and the screen is torn.
The moment has come
to escape the old ways
and enter into the new drama,
to dance down new pathways,
to fly toward a new horizon.
Begin the Play!
That’s an exciting prompt for a Beltane Eve. May Day is about running through the door, barefoot and maybe naked, but completely unconcerned, willing to take the necessary risks to accomplish your dreams. What will you risk in the coming season? What “clothing” do you need to cast off in order to abandon yourself to your projects?
A Blessed Beltane season to you! May your dreams feed you.
1. Flicker on the ground at LMH this morning when we pulled in. We got to watch it for a full two minutes before it flew away into the morning sunlight.
2. On our walk this evening, swallows swooping low to get a look at us. I think there were both barn and tree swallows.
3. The smell of gill-over-the-grass after someone has walked on it. Smells like spring.
4. The smell of cow patties drying in a field. It transports me back in time, and suddenly I’m five-year-old Bethie walking home from Gwen’s house in the slanting sun of a late Shirati afternoon, the lake breeze playing in my hair.
5. Speaking of poop, I love the open-throated bark of a laugh that Joss gives when he hears a good scatological joke. Total delight, especially when his dad makes the joke.
May we walk in Beauty and Laughter.
“Look! Look! Look deep into nature and you will understand everything.”
~ Albert Einstein
“The only trap I must beware not to fall into, is to think that each day is the same as the next. In fact, each morning brings with it a hidden miracle, and we must pay attention to this miracle.”
~ Paulo Coelho
“In the end, so much of the conflict we feel in our hearts is because we’ve split ourselves off from the very life we are living. We partition ourselves from the things with which we are at odds, treating them as unbelonging even as we live them. We vaguely imagine some other place, some better job, some other lover – but the irony is that so much of what makes us unhappy is our own rejection of the life we have made. Eventually we must take our life into our arms and call it our own. We must look at it squarely with all its unbecoming qualities and find a way to love it anyway. Only from that complete embrace can a life begin to grow into what it is meant to become.”
“There is a notion that creative people are absentminded, reckless, heedless of social customs and obligations. It is, hopefully, true.” –Mary Oliver
“Love is the strongest force the world possesses and yet it is the humblest imaginable.” –Mahatma Gandhi
“People who talk only to communicate are different from people who talk for pleasure. People who talk for pleasure, as opposed to people who talk to communicate, become wonderful talkers over the years. They have eloquence.”
“You must not only aim right, but draw the bow with all your might.”
–Henry David Thoreau
“Be curious, not judgmental.” –Walt Whitman
Out in the dawn, a misty sea
in walnut tree
a silent crow
will dream of snow
will ruffle feathers in the chill
will wait until
the first bright ray
begins the day
then with a final shake will rise
from branch to skies
and this will be
1. The blue whale in the clouds, swimming into the sunset
2. Bellyful rainblue clouds
3. The quiet shift between tangerine and indigo in the sunset clouds
4. Layer upon layer of clouds
5. The LMS performance of Radium Girls tonight. What a talented and thoughtful bunch of young people. I am incredibly proud of them. If you’re in Lancaster, you might want to check it out tomorrow or Saturday night.
May we walk in Beauty!
Here is a picture of my River, the Susquehanna River, flowing. May the waters run free.
1. The warm glow of pride on the faces of parents and families and friends watching their students perform a marvelous drama.
2. Water. May the waters run freely for all.
3. The activists who put their lives on the line. I think today, with deep sadness and great respect, of Berta Caceres, an environmental and indigenous peoples activist who was assassinated in Honduras last week. May her legacy live on.
4. Good fair trade coffee.
5. Making progress toward goals. Incremental. Step-by-step.
May we walk in Beauty!