Monday, March 21, 2016

The Miracle We Didn't See

by Donald Fry
More by Donald Fry can be found on his YouTube Channel

You could name them in your sleep - the Lupine,
Fuschia near the tree, Holly Hock in back,
Mimosa, Zinnias and at the Columbine,
we kissed, sealed this terest’rial zodiac.

I’m Adam in your garden – I mean ours!
I name the birds this clime will never see:
Albatross, Skylark, Nightingale – (air Tzars;)
Windhover mastering his odyssey.

Strategically these flowering vines had grown,
your labor had increased  the plants  and kids
(their laundry flapped, proof they were on their own.)
Then a hat was tapped where a rabbit hid!

My  frosted mug its evanescent suds,
your  Emily opened  to the “Hummingbird,”
our  table felt the whirl that stirred the buds,
wings, fuschia, wings lupine, all was now blurred!

The  miracle we didn’t see emerged
steady, stealthily but slow, a slug’s pace.
Compacted, composted, our soil  is merged

as is our souls, our blood, with garden's grace.

Sunday, March 13, 2016

The Music of Chance

"In the long run, however, the impression that lingered of that room was quite different from what Nashe had imagined it would be. In the weeks and months that followed, he often found himself thinking back to what he had seen there, and it stunned him to realize how many of the objects he could remember. They began to take on a luminous, almost transcendent quality for him, and whenever he stumbled across one of them in his mind, he would unearth an image so distinct that it seemed to glow like an apparition from another world. The telephone that had once sat on Woodrow Wilson's desk. A pearl earring worn by Sir Walter Raleigh. A pencil that had fallen from Enrico Fermi's pocket in 1942. General McClellan's field glasses. A half-smoked cigar filched from an ashtray in Winston Churchill's office. A sweatshirt worn by Babe Ruth in 1927. William Seward's Bible. The cane used by Nathaniel Hawthorne after he broke his leg as a boy. A pair of spectacles worn by Voltaire. It was all so random, so misconstrued, so utterly beside the point. Flower's museum was a graveyard of shadows, a demented shrine to the spirit of nothingness. If those objects continued to call out to him, Nashe decided, it was because they were impenetrable, because they refused to divulge anything about themselves. It had nothing to do with history, nothing to do with the men who once owned them. The fascination was simply for the objects as material things, and the way they had been wrenched out of any possible context, condemned by Flower to go on existing for no reason at all: devoid of purpose, alone in themselves now for the rest of time. It was the isolation that haunted Nashe, the image of irreducible separateness that burned down into his memory, and no matter how hard he struggled, he never managed to break free of it." [excerpt from the novel, The Music of Chance, by Paul Auster]

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

It's a Beautiful World

If I hadn't started painting, I would have raised chickens.
- Grandma Moses

It's a Beautiful World, Grandma Moses, 1948

Monday, March 7, 2016

Yes, You Can Sabbatical

Photo by Ali Rossi
sab bat i cal
1. a period of time during which someone does not work at his or her regular job and is able to rest, travel, do research, etc.
2. of or relating to the Sabbath

Normally, we think of sabbaticals as time off of work, but perhaps we should expand it to include time away from any routine in which we have lost focus or joy.

I began blogging in earnest during a career sabbatical and somehow managed to turn an expression of creative interests into a chore.

In December, I started a 20-Day Meditation Challenge as an attempt to get out of this mental rut and take my blogging in a new direction. While the Challenge worked wonders for bringing inner peace and focus during the hectic holiday season, it also wiped out my desire to write about anything.

Interestingly, the "archaic" definition of sabbatical is "of or pertaining to" the Sabbath: a period of rest and worship that is observed Friday evening to Saturday evening in the Jewish tradition and Sunday in the Christian tradition and that - for many of us - has evolved into an extension of the work week as a catch-all day to accomplish everything we failed to complete Monday thru Saturday.