The song that is your life

Smithers and I are both unutterably weary at the moment, so I am trying to be kind to myself and just accept my limitations and not stress about what I feel I ought to be doing. 

The cherry tree in our front garden suddenly burst into bloom on my birthday after a gloriously sunny day the day before, but the skies have been grey ever since the blossom appeared, so the photos I’ve taken didn’t do it justice. Then, happily, the clouds parted this afternoon, allowing me to do a quick photoshoot. This shot appealed to me because it gives special attention to just one spray of blossom out of the mass of blooms.

I was introduced to this poem back in 2018 in one of Brian Draper’s Lent emails. It seems quite apposite for my current state of mind. 



Clearing

Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
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.


Martha Postlethwaite