Each day as the numbers rise, the lump in my throat grows larger as I am reminded that they are more than just numbers. Someone is losing a loved one. Someone is worried they will lose a loved one. Someone is feeling cut-off and alone, like there may be no way out. I feel helpless and the tears cannot be held back. I shed tears filled with love because love is one thing that has not been stopped when the brakes were put on the world as we knew it.
I am posting the link to two songs that I feel offer hope and peace. I send love to you, my fellow readers.
The past several day I’ve had the pleasure of seeing owls when I am out for my walk. Standing in the space of their presence brings me a sense of joy and calm – a moment to forget everything that is happening in the world around me.
A Quiet Strength
Hope is a great-horned owl.
It is yellow eyes
that harness strength.
It is open eyes
that face shadows.
Hope allows you to soar
on winds of change
to leave some old habits
and bring something new
into your life.
on a tree limb,
for subtle signs,
sees what usually goes
below your radar.
Hope uses the beauty
to inspire creativity.
Little can stop
an owl once it has set
on "the prize"
Some Fun Facts About Owls
Owls have specialized feathers with fringes of varying softness that help muffle sound when they fly. Their broad wings and light bodies also make them nearly silent fliers; which helps them stalk prey more easily.
An owl has three eyelids; one for blinking, one for sleeping, and one for keeping the eye clean and healthy.
By Jan Zwicky
On a bad day, you come in from the weather
and lean your back against the door.
This time of year it's dark by five.
Your armchair, empty in its pool of light.
That arpeggio lifts, like warmth, from the fifth of B minor,
offers its hand - let metell you a story...But in the same breath,
semitones falling to the tonic:
you must believe and not believe;
that door you came in
you must go out again.
In the forest, the woodcutter's son
sets the stone down from his sack and speaks to it.
And from nothing, a spring wells,
falling as it rises, spilling out
across the dark green moss.
There is sadness in the world, it says,
past telling. Learn stillness
if you would run clear.
Today I am sharing a tanka
written by the Heian-era
Japanese female poet Izumi Shikibu
around the year 1000.
Stay well beautiful readers.
Although the wind
blows terribly here,
also leaks between the roof planks
of this ruined house.
Blizzard white streets
line our city
sifted with fear.
Blue skies above
hiding enemy breath
ready to attack
once lively and vibrant
withdraw to silent
lemon scent lysol
Ninty per cent alcohol
for our hands
hands that touch and hold
caress and scratch
tap and text.
Our worst foe
to the center of our lives.
But people are people.
computer screens with song.
People reach people
half a world apart
isolated but not alone
Puccini's "Nessun Dorma"
"we will be victorious."
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart