We’ve added a second monthly library poetry group. For this one we pick a specific poet to focus on. So far we’ve done Mary Oliver, Langston Hughes and today was Christina Rossetti. I was curious if spending a while with her would change my opinion, but none of us were very enthusiastic. One of her poems did teach me something though that thus far I’ve failed to memorize. If you think of the moon as horns - when the horns are facing East it is to increase (waxing) and when they are facing West, it will soon Rest (waning). Also like the setting sun – resting in the West. I hope to carry that with me when I look at the night sky.
The bus schedule does not line up well for the ending of poetry group – so in colder months I either need to leave early or walk/wait afterwards. Today I walked a half hour towards home and then waited for the bus there. I was perfectly content while walking, dressed warm and there was no wind, but standing in place it is hard to maintain that.
I decided to play a game based off something I occasionally did in bed as a child in wintertime. I’d remove all my covers and pillows. Then I’d lay there for a bit, imagining having to sleep that way. Then I’d pretend I’d been given a sheet. I’d feel grateful for that sheet. After a while, I’d pretend I’d been given a blanket, and I’d absorb how lucky I was to have that blanket. I’d continue with each blanket separately in this manner and at some point when I felt relatively warm, add the pillow.
Today, instead of blankets I decided to focus on my warm clothes. This is what I came up with (it’s just audio).
This will not appear on a resume, nor impress anyone who asks what I “do”, which I find continually tiresome. But it reminds me at least, for a moment, that I am doing something right.