THE COMING OF LIGHT
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
– Mark Strand –
This poem’s beautiful simplicity touched me as an elegant “gift” for these Holydays of darkness and coming light.
Dear friends – near and far, known on the page or felt in the winds – thank you for companioning me as I write what it’s in my heart and on my mind, and share my photography and some fine poetry – all the bits of a wabi sabi life.
May the season’s days and nights bring you time to pause and notice and savor what brings you joy. May you rest in the knowing you are loved. May you have more of each – joy and love – as the light comes again and the new year beckons.
With love and kindest regards.
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Beautiful words Katharine! Wishing you a Season full of Health & Happiness & a Joyful Heart.
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Thank you, Susan. Returned to you tenfold. Hope to see you on the courts next week.
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Thank you for your beautiful posts and poetry, Katharine. I am so glad we found each other. Your posts bring me light and wisdom. warm wishes for this holiday season. Helen
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Helen, thank you. It’s been lovely to share a kindredness in what we notice and who inspires. Happy Christmas and may this prolonged pause be one of deep restoration. Kindest regards, Katharine
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It is a privilege to join you in this pilgrimage of sharing thoughts AND it has been most inspirational. Solstice blessings to you. Ann
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Thank you, Ann. Much love to you both…always.
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