“Do not try to save the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there patiently
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to this world
so worthy of rescue.”
- Clearing by Martha Postlewaite
Bitter cold still freezes tears this morning. Laughter ricochets off icicles.
I curl up on the couch on this day off work and ponder the dense forest of my life. One hundred thoughts arise like one hundred trees, all competing for attention.
I’ve been waiting patiently and impatiently for the song that is my life to fall into these cupped hands for a long lifetime. Sometimes I hear the tune, so very clear, like ice forming in the bay a quarter-mile away, and feel truly at home. Other days one wanders lost in the forest, wearing fear or sadness like a winter parka, fingers icy in woolen mittens.