from one of my favorite bloggers http://africanalchemy.wordpress.com/ 上回大诗会就想到她了 As the Wheel Turns Vernal equinox, autumnal equinox, the full moon streaming into the house at night. I stand on the step where I stood a year ago, looking up at granite mountains and green trees in new leaf, reminding myself that it is another birthday, myself another year older, the wheel turning. To place myself where myth meets history. Season of the equinox, the full moon in Aries so adamantine, brilliant and glittering. When I get up during the night, the kitchen with its uncurtained windows are filled with brightness, the floor shines and the table is white as a field of snow. These are what sustain and nuture the inner self, the soul, that part of me still wedded to nature, blooded in myth. That particular shade of blue on my flowering sage defies description. Down the road, my elderly neighbour is ill with septicaemia, his wife suddenly thin from the strain of anxious nursing. A lifetime of over- prescribed antibiotics has not helped him in this crisis. Outside in the field, children are romping with an old Airedale, arthritic but eager as a puppy, and I wish for these small children a future not curtailed by apocalypse. Guineafowl helmet-headed in deep blue lead their fluffy young like sooty handfuls across the gravel under olive trees. News heard earlier: ambulance services cut again, the funding for the library less than expected, people queueing to buy cheap pigs’ heads at the farm abattoir. A hard season despite the airy blossom and bright edible green of poplars and oak, and I will help where I can, go out in an old windcheater and patterned scarf to listen and help find solutions, instill hope, remind myself and others of the larger, more ample and nurturing vision, the search for ways to go on, the determination to ‘fail better’, as Samuel Beckett once wrote. A woman at the crossroads bearing witness, remembering the collective wisdom of women who have gone before. Encounters with the bleak and despondent no longer make me flinch — there is work to be done and illumination breaking in, like fragments of the white full moon.
【在 a**r 的大作中提到】 : from one of my favorite bloggers http://africanalchemy.wordpress.com/ : 上回大诗会就想到她了 : As the Wheel Turns : Vernal equinox, autumnal equinox, the full moon streaming into the house : at night. I stand on the step where I stood a year ago, looking up at : granite mountains and green trees in new leaf, reminding myself that it : is another birthday, myself another year older, the wheel turning. : To place myself where myth meets history. : Season of the equinox, the full moon in Aries so adamantine, brilliant : and glittering. When I get up during the night, the kitchen with its
【在 a**r 的大作中提到】 : from one of my favorite bloggers http://africanalchemy.wordpress.com/ : 上回大诗会就想到她了 : As the Wheel Turns : Vernal equinox, autumnal equinox, the full moon streaming into the house : at night. I stand on the step where I stood a year ago, looking up at : granite mountains and green trees in new leaf, reminding myself that it : is another birthday, myself another year older, the wheel turning. : To place myself where myth meets history. : Season of the equinox, the full moon in Aries so adamantine, brilliant : and glittering. When I get up during the night, the kitchen with its
from one of my favorite bloggers http://africanalchemy.wordpress.com/ 上回大诗会就想到她了 As the Wheel Turns Vernal equinox, autumnal equinox, the full moon streaming into the house at night. I stand on the step where I stood a year ago, looking up at granite mountains and green trees in new leaf, reminding myself that it is another birthday, myself another year older, the wheel turning. To place myself where myth meets history. Season of the equinox, the full moon in Aries so adamantine, brilliant and glittering. When I get up during the night, the kitchen with its uncurtained windows are filled with brightness, the floor shines and the table is white as a field of snow. These are what sustain and nuture the inner self, the soul, that part of me still wedded to nature, blooded in myth. That particular shade of blue on my flowering sage defies description. Down the road, my elderly neighbour is ill with septicaemia, his wife suddenly thin from the strain of anxious nursing. A lifetime of over- prescribed antibiotics has not helped him in this crisis. Outside in the field, children are romping with an old Airedale, arthritic but eager as a puppy, and I wish for these small children a future not curtailed by apocalypse. Guineafowl helmet-headed in deep blue lead their fluffy young like sooty handfuls across the gravel under olive trees. News heard earlier: ambulance services cut again, the funding for the library less than expected, people queueing to buy cheap pigs’ heads at the farm abattoir. A hard season despite the airy blossom and bright edible green of poplars and oak, and I will help where I can, go out in an old windcheater and patterned scarf to listen and help find solutions, instill hope, remind myself and others of the larger, more ample and nurturing vision, the search for ways to go on, the determination to ‘fail better’, as Samuel Beckett once wrote. A woman at the crossroads bearing witness, remembering the collective wisdom of women who have gone before. Encounters with the bleak and despondent no longer make me flinch — there is work to be done and illumination breaking in, like fragments of the white full moon.
【在 a**r 的大作中提到】 : from one of my favorite bloggers http://africanalchemy.wordpress.com/ : 上回大诗会就想到她了 : As the Wheel Turns : Vernal equinox, autumnal equinox, the full moon streaming into the house : at night. I stand on the step where I stood a year ago, looking up at : granite mountains and green trees in new leaf, reminding myself that it : is another birthday, myself another year older, the wheel turning. : To place myself where myth meets history. : Season of the equinox, the full moon in Aries so adamantine, brilliant : and glittering. When I get up during the night, the kitchen with its
【在 P****m 的大作中提到】 : 摘要如下: : full moon的夜晚 笔者看到希望 尽管哪里哪里都是让人神伤:邻居家男主败血症 女主 : 突然瘦下 孩子们还是欢愉打闹;经济不景气 funding cut 排队买便宜货 笔者还是用 : 智慧 勇气 寻找方法 : 只要不退却 慢慢来 一切终归会好的 : : from one of my favorite bloggers http://africanalchemy.wordpress.com/ : 上回大诗会就想到她了 : As the Wheel Turns : Vernal equinox, autumnal equinox, the full moon streaming into the house