Old Widow In Her Weeds And Other Poems – Love And Friendship

from the wild garden - this month
from the wild garden – this month

 

Shy Marigold
Shy Marigold

Photographs from the summer garden. This year I grew my wild-flowers from seeds. They survived the driving rain and gusty winds of Springtime, the cold and dull days of early Summer now in August, they bloom and grow as if to reach the sky. So magical to behold. I have taken many photos of them all, especially the Marilgolds although I have only posted a few.  Eve

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“A poor old Widow in her weeds
Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds;
Not too shallow, and not too deep,
And down came April — drip — drip — drip.
Up shone May, like gold, and soon
Green as an arbour grew leafy June.
And now all summer she sits and sews
Where willow herb, comfrey, bugloss blows,
Teasle and pansy, meadowsweet,
Campion, toadflax, and rough hawksbit;
Brown bee orchis, and Peals of Bells;
Clover, burnet, and thyme she smells;
Like Oberon’s meadows her garden is
Drowsy from dawn to dusk with bees.
Weeps she never, but sometimes sighs,
And peeps at her garden with bright brown eyes;
And all she has is all she needs –
A poor Old Widow in her weeds.”  – Walter de la Mare, Peacock Pie

 

Funny Faces
Funny Faces

 

 

Marigolds
Marigolds

 

LONELINESS  is the doorway to unspecified desire. In the bodily pain of aloneness
is the first step to understanding how far we are from a real
friendship, from a proper work or a long sought love. Loneliness can
be a prison, a place from which we look out at a world we cannot
inhabit; loneliness can be a bodily ache and a penance, but loneliness
fully inhabited also becomes the voice that asks and calls for that
great, unknown someone or something else we want to call our own.
Loneliness is the very state that births the courage to continue
calling, and when fully lived can undergo its own beautiful reversal,
becoming in its consummation, the far horizon that answers back.

From upcoming The Reader’s Circle essay; LONELINESS
(c) David Whyte

 

Patunia growing in a window box
Patunia growing in a window box

 

Wild Rose - from the vase in the kitchen
Wild Rose – from the vase in the kitchen

The Opening Of Eyes – Inspirational Poems

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I was out in the garden this afternoon looking for flowers to photograph. I came across the first “Forget Me Not” flower of the season. I rarely take photos of these flowers, due to them being so small. I was really happy with this photo though, the leaves with the raindrops gave it a real feeling of prettiness. According to an ancient legend, a knight about to get married, dressed in his armor, was taking a ride along a river with his fiancée. His fiancée saw an extremely beautiful bunch of blue flowers rocking on the waves, and asked her paramour to pick them up. As he reached over to get them, the knight slipped and fell into the river.

The heavy armor hindered him from swimming and he started sinking into the water, but not before throwing her the blue flowers and shouting: “Don’t forget me!” This beautiful flower came to be known as Forget-me-not, associated in the language of flowers with true love – the love that never dies.

 

The Opening of Eyes

That day I saw beneath dark clouds
the passing light over the water
and I heard the voice of the world speak out,
I knew then, as I had before
life is no passing memory of what has been
nor the remaining pages in a great book
waiting to be read.
It is the opening of eyes long closed.
It is the vision of far off things
seen for the silence they hold.
It is the heart after years
of secret conversing
speaking out loud in the clear air.

It is Moses in the desert
fallen to his knees before the lit bush.
It is the man throwing away his shoes
as if to enter heaven
and finding himself astonished,
opened at last,
fallen in love with solid ground.

— David Whyte
from Songs for Coming Home
©1984 Many Rivers Press

HeartBreak – Inspirational Quotes and Poems

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Photo from Paris, Zig Zag – I think this photo was taken outside Notre Dame, Cathedral.


I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, “It tastes sweet, does it not?” “You’ve caught me,” grief answered, “and you’ve ruined my business, how can I sell sorrow when you know it’s a blessing?” ~ Rumi

“When there’s no getting over that rainbow, when the smallest of dreams won’t come true….” – Yes, I’ve been there, haven’t you? The need to reach out and touch another, and yet that ‘other’ is not able to deal with us or our pain. Perhaps their own pain is all too much. Who knows. We often befriend the most unlikely people and for all the wrong reasons. What were we thinking of?  The truth is, we often don’t think at all on these matters. Now it’s time to let go and move on. For when we don’t let go, a relationship can  become bad, or even toxic to the point of despair.  The Great Wisdom Masters tell us, “Our good friends are our gifts in life. Others are our painful lessons.” I concur with this.  But even painful lessons pass, although perhaps etched on our hearts forever more.   David Whyte has written this beautiful piece, on Heartbreak, that I want to share.


Heartbreak is unpreventable; the natural outcome of caring for people and things over which we have no control, of holding in our affections those who inevitably move beyond our line of sight. Heartbreak begins the moment we are asked to let go but cannot. In other words, it colors and inhabits and magnifies each and every day. Heartbreak is not a visitation, but a path that human beings follow through even the most average lifetime. Heartbreak is our indication of sincerity: in a love relationship, in work, in trying to learn a musical instrument, in the attempt to shape a better, more generous self. Heartbreak is the beautifully helpless side of love and affection and is just as much an essence and emblem of care as the spiritual athlete’s quick but abstract ability to let go. Heartbreak has its own way of inhabiting time and its own beautiful and trying patience in coming and going. Heartbreak is inescapable, yet we use the word ‘heartbreak’ as if it only occurs when things have gone wrong: an unrequited love, a shattered dream, a child lost before their time. Heartbreak, we hope, is something we hope we can avoid; something to guard against, a chasm to be carefully looked for and then walked around; the hope is to find a way to place our feet where the elemental forces of life will keep us in the manner to which we want to be accustomed and which will keep us from the losses that all other human beings have experienced without exception since the beginning of conscious time. But heartbreak may be the very essence of being human, of being on the journey from here to there, and of coming to care deeply for what we find along the way…

From the upcoming Third Readers’ Circle Essay,
‘HEARTBREAK’

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Might add just back from ten days in wildest Kent, UK, where hurricane winds and flooding were pretty much a daily event.. Odd sort of Christmas present, I suppose.  (Perhaps I should say it was an adventure on the wild side of life and one we shan’t forget! )

When Waking – Inspirational Quotations

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WHAT TO REMEMBER WHEN WAKING

Namaste♥ ॐ♥Pranam♥ ॐ♥Namaskar”

In that first, hardly noticed moment to which you wake, coming back to
this life from the other more secret, moveable and frighteningly
honest world where everything began, there is a small opening into the
new day which closes the moment you begin your plans.

What you can plan is too small for you to live. What you can live
wholeheartedly will make plans enough for the vitality hidden in your
sleep.

To be human is to become visible while carrying what is hidden as a
gift to others.

To remember the other world in this world is to live in your true inheritence.

You are not a troubled guest on this earth, you are not an accident
amidst other accidents. You were invited from another and greater
night than the one from which you have just emerged.

Now, looking through the slanting light of the morning window toward
the mountain presence of everything that can be, what urgency calls
you to your one love? What shape waits in the seed of you to grow and
spread its branches against a future sky?

Is it waiting in the fertile sea? In the trees beyond the house? In
the spring rush of migrating birds? In the open and lovely white page
on the waiting desk?

~ David Whyte

Namaste♥ ॐ♥Pranam♥ ॐ♥Namaskar”

The Self alone is existent. Everything else is really non-existent and is but an illusory superimposition on the Self. Hence the wise become unattached to the objects of the world, and neither hanker after those objects which give pleasure nor shun those which give pain. ~  Baba