“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.
This morning the urge to blog rose fierce and strong. Listening to the song of my multi-winged life, I asked the inner blogger, “Why? Why do you need to blog so often?”
The inner blogger attempted to express the preciousness of expression, of sharing with others, of how it’s fed heartily by this exchange, like a bubbling hot stew simmering on the wood stove .
I looked around our Little House in the Big Woods, twinkling lights shining on garland and gleaming fish ornaments and the small ceramic Christmas tree.
“Writing and sharing with others makes the day shine like twinkling lights,” said the inner blogger. “I want to twinkle today.”
There you have it, Reader. May you twinkle–in your unique way–today as well!
What makes you twinkle?
P.S. Thank you, Emma, for sharing this marvelous poem on Facebook this weekend. It’s so beautiful!