Again
revival, reassurance... all re-words. There are so many. resplendent- one of my favorite words means characterized by a glowing splendor- splendid and sumptuous x 2. re. The resplendent sky, the resplendent bird, his/her resplendent eyes. How beautiful.
Re- is potent. It is one of the unique aspects of being human. Again. Every day is again. The sun comes up. The sun goes down. Our mind toils with the day.
Re-tell. People love to re-tell their stories, and, I have already said, I love to listen. There is a certain magic in the re-telling, what details are remembered and which are left behind. I really didn't know what I was going to say to my son the other night, but I think I told him some version of the lullaby that I wanted to hear, that in all his sweetness he received so beautifully and gracefully, that everything was going to be okay.
Re-wind. I print something most days and a picture of my grandparents rests on the printer. It is one of my favorite pictures. To be able to rewind and be with them again. What a gift that would be to go back in time.
One of the things I love about the ritual of yoga is that you visit the same poses on the same mat over and over again. Yet there is such internal and external release over time, day to day, such knowing and movement in 'the again'. The key to writing is the ritual of it. Sun up, sun down, again. The key to meditation and running is the ritual, the re- or again of it.
To bring up water again... water is the ultimate 'again'- set in its constant movement and cycle of flow, evaporation, condensation. The miracle of the New Testament of the Bible is Re-surrection. In Hinduism- re-incarnation. Re- again. The thing with prime numbers is that they re-cur over and over, again and again.
I think wanting Revival in the title of my book has to do a lot with the prefix re- too.
Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
revival, reassurance... all re-words. There are so many. resplendent- one of my favorite words means characterized by a glowing splendor- splendid and sumptuous x 2. re. The resplendent sky, the resplendent bird, his/her resplendent eyes. How beautiful.
Re- is potent. It is one of the unique aspects of being human. Again. Every day is again. The sun comes up. The sun goes down. Our mind toils with the day.
Re-tell. People love to re-tell their stories, and, I have already said, I love to listen. There is a certain magic in the re-telling, what details are remembered and which are left behind. I really didn't know what I was going to say to my son the other night, but I think I told him some version of the lullaby that I wanted to hear, that in all his sweetness he received so beautifully and gracefully, that everything was going to be okay.
Re-wind. I print something most days and a picture of my grandparents rests on the printer. It is one of my favorite pictures. To be able to rewind and be with them again. What a gift that would be to go back in time.
One of the things I love about the ritual of yoga is that you visit the same poses on the same mat over and over again. Yet there is such internal and external release over time, day to day, such knowing and movement in 'the again'. The key to writing is the ritual of it. Sun up, sun down, again. The key to meditation and running is the ritual, the re- or again of it.
To bring up water again... water is the ultimate 'again'- set in its constant movement and cycle of flow, evaporation, condensation. The miracle of the New Testament of the Bible is Re-surrection. In Hinduism- re-incarnation. Re- again. The thing with prime numbers is that they re-cur over and over, again and again.
I think wanting Revival in the title of my book has to do a lot with the prefix re- too.
Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
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