Walk around feeling like a leaf.
Know you could tumble any second.
Then decide what to do with your time.
I like these words written by Naomi Shihab Nye. They are from her poem, The Art of Disappearing. It is one of many in Bill Moyer's book, The Language of Life. There are many other things I should be doing at this moment. But I felt a need to connect with my Fiddler Kin. I miss my family and I am homesick.
Mother has been gone for nine years. She died on April 15, 2001. I remember her energy. I wish I could have harnessed it for myself. I do not now feel the intensity of the hurt when Mother passed. I just feel a sweetness and a lightness when her memory appears. I am aware that her life mattered. I am also aware that all our lives matter; at least to each other.
So I love you Fiddler Kin. I wish I could see you this weekend. Instead I will just hold you in my heart.
By the way, if you like poetry, check out Bill Moyer's book from the library. He interviews several poets and shares examples of their work. The subtitle of the book is A Festival of Poets, and it is indeed that. The poets offer up a lot of touching/memorable insights about poetry and life.
Take care Fiddler Kin.
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Welcome back to blog world Honor. We missed you and all your lovely haiku submissions, especially your original creations.
I wish you were closer too, so we could all get together for spontaneous gatherings once in a while. Mom was kind of like the nucleus that drew us around. She was the sun to our planets. On the 15th I didn't think back to the day she died so much, although the weather reminded me of that Easter morning; beautiful blue sky, sunshine, the trees in full bloom and color, was reminiscent of that day. I reflected more on how it feels to have a mother in your life, even if you don't see or talk to her on a daily basis, there was just a kind of comfort knowing that in the world you had a mother who would always love you and even if in her heart she didn't agree with you would always extend her arms into a hug and tell you that it would be ok and that you were ok. She would offer comfort with a cup of tea and a cookie or scone, maybe some bread pudding. If it was a Saturday she would give voice to her mantra, "Let's go do something." Yes, in many ways when you have your mother, all is right with the world, even if it is just on some microscopic level. I think that is what I miss, having a "mom presence" in my life.
I don't think you need to wish for the ability to harness her energy or spirit, because as her daughter you contain within you elements of her spirit, but it is diluted by your own energy, as it should be. You have your own strength, durability and drive, as well as that glow of calmness that comes with inner growth.
So close your eyes, take a deep breath, exhale and feel your own energy move through your body, get to know yourself.
What beautiful, inspiring posts!
Naomi Shihab Nye writes books for young adults, and your sharing of her work, Honor, makes me want to pick one up. I've not read her books or poetry before.
I miss my Fiddler Kin, too, but I am happy when I read your stories and thoughts on this blog.
Margaret, thanks for sharing your thoughts on the blessings, beauty, and bounty of having your mother in your life.
Even though I don't get to see my own mother and father as often as I would like, I feel a sense of comfort knowing that I can pick up the phone and speak to them, as if they were sitting right across from me.
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