A confluence of impressions.
Susan just sent a song by James Maddock. Beautiful Now. “You were beautiful then. But you’re way more beautiful now.”
And, at the very moment her text came in, this quote rolled across my screen: “The world does not give us very much now; it often seems to consist of nothing but noise and fear, and yet grass and trees still grow.” ~ Hermann Hesse
I looked at the quote as I listened to the song.
Sometimes it is simply a matter of scale. The current noise and fear seems so immense and yet the river keeps rolling. What seemed immense 20 years ago? 200? We hold hands and look into the night sky. “We’re not all that,” she said.
After her brother passed, Kerri asked, “How can the world go on if he can’t perceive it?” The world will go on after we can no longer perceive it. All of our current noise and fear will wash away with us. Yet the grass and trees will continue to grow. The more we understand our actual size in the vast universe, the more beautiful we become. We’re not all that.
It was a brilliant day. Hot. The water sparkled. The rocks of the jetty were made a silhouette by the glistening. I was suddenly filled to the brim by a brilliant poem that Horatio recently sent. The River Flows Into The Sea. “I could feel the truth of it in my hands,” he wrote. The mystery. I watched Kerri snap her photo and was completely overwhelmed by her shimmering. Sometimes what I feel is too large for the universe to contain. I am made a silhouette. This amazing life! Here for a moment, all that.
read Kerri’s blogpost about GLISTENING
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[…] read DAVID’S thoughts this D.R. THURSDAY […]
David, please stop posting stuff that brings back memories. My head hurts.
When the birds sing as the sun rises, I think of Brenda’s parents who died, and think: “Why can’t they be here to enjoy this?” Life.
Too, your paintings are pretty good. Almost as wonderful as mine. 😊👌
-Cris
P.S. looks like we are going to Sioux Falls next week for 6 days. We’ll try and find that curb where you and Kerri sat waiting for your car repair (Toyota?).
😂 Kerri says my writing sometimes hurts her head, too;-) Sit on the curb between the Toyota dealership and the Wendy’s and you will have found the hallowed spot! Enjoy your trip!
Were you and Kerri eating French fries at that moment? My memory isn’t very good.
Should we bring a crucifix as well? You know, to get that hallowed feeling? 😂
If french fries don’t give you that hallowed feeling, nothing will!😂
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