Thank you all for following the craziness, and not so caught-up-ness of my life and blog.
Grandma has made a miraculous recovery and is doing so well – I’ll post my thoughts on this when I have them all square and am able to actually write them in a way that would say what I mean…..
School has started – for the two older kids and for myself. Anna starts this upcoming Tuesday (Monday is a holiday), and life just continues to be busy.
I wanted to share today, one of the reasons I always love going back to school and studying English Literature. It is the constant discovery of new and wonderfully meaningful words strung together by complete strangers, which form a connection, to myself yes, but just to humanity in general. I love this about literature. So, today I share a new-to-me poem by Ben Okri:
An African Elegy
We are the miracles that God made
To taste the bitter fruit of Time.
We are precious.
And one day our suffering
Will turn into the wonders of the earth.
There are things that burn me now
Which turn golden when I am happy.
Do you see the mystery of our pain?
That we bear the poverty
And are able to sing and dream sweet things.
And that we never curse the air when it is warm
Or the fruit when it tastes so good
Or the lights that bounce gently on the waters?
We bless the things even in our pain.
We bless them in silence.
That is why our music is so sweet.
It makes the air remember.
There are secret miracles at work
That only Time will bring forth.
I too have heard the dead singing.
And they tell me that
This life is good
They tell me to live it gently
With fire, and always with hope.
There is wonder here
And there is surprise
In everything the unseen moves.
The ocean is full of songs.
The sky is not an enemy.
Destiny is our friend.
~ Ben Okri ~