Day 42


I lay on the bed meditating and thinking of six weeks and what will it be in 6 months  So no answer there - but i sure loved this poem that dropped into my world today by Seamus Heaney.


And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
So that the ocean on one side is wild
With foam and glitter, and inland among stones
The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit
By the earthed lightening of a flock of swans,
Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,
Their full grown headstrong-looking heads
Tucked or cresting or busy underwater
useless to think you’ll park and capture it
More thoroughly.  You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.


"catch the heart off guard and blow it open" - such an image and so accurate to the impact of loss of one's beloved.