I’ve opened the window on this cooler morning. Quiet. Not quite eight o’clock and the day is still, no wind, no bird calls or sirens, the willow droops, no errant breezes to ruffle it. Only a few crickets in the bushes below my window. It’s like the world has paused, exhausted by the last couple of weeks, glad to just sit here and be silent.
A financial astrologer I follow says the days of 1-10 August are a preview of the issues we’ll be facing during the 2012-2015 time span. The past ten days, without a doubt, have been–well, busy, if nothing else, although busy seems a lusterless word for what’s been happening: a less than useful debt agreement reached, drought in the U.S., the stock market down by around 2,000 points, riots in London, demonstrations in Israel–Israel!!– over poverty in the working class, a Chinook helicopter down with the highest death count in one single day in a ten-year war, an inbox that sustains itself on words, and words, and more and more words.
And here I am, adding more words to your already overfull inbox.
Except good news also made its way, abet occasionally lost in the scramble of everything else. As a simple example, the window’s open–the garden still drought stricken but it’s not Texas out there. In the big issues, Somalia’s militants pulled out of Mogadishu which will allow aid shipments and worker to return; yes, thousands are dying every week, but a crack opens. We need to recognize the cracks of light when they happen and help them widen.
And yesterday, Philip Levine was named poet laureate for the United States. A working class poet who writes about social and political justice. Fancy that.
Fact is, silence is the perfect water:
unlike rain it falls from no clouds
to wash our minds, to ease our tired eyes,
to give heart to the thin blades of grass
fighting through the concrete for even air
dirtied by our endless stream of words.
12 thoughts on “Cracks of Light”
Dear lord give me strength
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Oh dear! “…air dirtied by our endless stream of words”
gulp…guilty as charged but duly repentant.
Thank you God for easy mornings and gentle twilight to come.
Well said. A gentle day. Whew. Thanks for your comment.
Lovely, Janet. Thank you
You’re very welcome, Lisa! I appreciate your commenting.
Great post as I sit here in the house with all the windows open for the first time since the first part of July. Seems like ages ago.
It does, doesn’t it? The first thing I did this morning was walk around the house opening windows! Thanks for commenting.
Thank you Janet for your words of reflection and encouragement!
You’re very welcome, Holly. Thanks for commenting – it helps to know my words help!
Ah, the refreshment of silence in the midst of a noisy world! Thank you!
So wonderful to crack the windows open and notice the cracks of light streaming in!
Glad you liked it. Thanks so much for your comment – yea for the cracks of light streaming in.