Thursday, March 17, 2011

Wed nes day


(It still is in the Northern Hemisphere. . .) 

Like so many of you, I have felt stunned into silence - wordlessness - lately. I've not been able to find words - 'right' words, 'relevant' words, 'resonant' words. Thankfully, one of the gifts of living in community is that sooner or later, some amongst find a way to articulate in writing what the rest of us are feeling but cannot yet speak. Antares Cryptos & Angella - thank you. And last night, Penelope - whose blog The Intertidal Zone will be known to many of you - found her voice (and, by proxy, ours?) and penned Dawn breaks - - - 




"Venus hangs fat and gold. The old ring-barked sycamore gleams white under a pale blue sky. Leaves fidget in the first breeze. I sit on a cushion and light a candle in the window where a fine-limbed spider makes delicate purchase, trying to climb the glass. The garden, the spider and the star are reassuring, each in its own way, steadfastly doing what its species does: living and dying, web-making, burning bright.


Reassuring because I feel increasingly uncertain what’s required of me on a planet that’s quivering with its own potency and undermining centuries-old assumptions about our place upon it. . ." 


To continue reading Penelope's thoughtful reflection, click here.




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Last night, two sets of names & artworks were drawn in our MANY AS ONE Christchurch appeal - All Directions Lead Home by Kate Alterio will soon be on its way to a writer/ reader in South Portland, Main and my small ink drawing Many Islands has been matched to a reader in La Jolla, San Diego.  Warmest thanks, all. 

    


4 comments:

  1. Yes, thank you, Penelope. It was serene and beautiful and poignant, and just the kind of meditation that could ease the heart--for a moment at least.xo

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  2. Claire, hope and science was all I could articulate. ((((o))))

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  3. Claire, thank you for sharing this. The world is shifting profoundly.

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  4. When the task has no identifiable form, no quantifiable outcome, I think we question its worth. Becoming vessels of love and hope when we have no answers seems more the work of gods or angels. Yet that is all I know how to bring to this moment, and the next. I trust it is enough. xo

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