Blue spiritsPosted: December 9, 2012
Perhaps the whisper was born before lips,
And the leaves in treelessness circled and flew,
And those, to whom we impart our experience as bliss,
Acquire their forms before we do.
~ Osip Mandelstam
I started the day feeling a bit low. Nothing serious, mind you. Just a touch of the blues. It’s silly, really. A temporary situation, and one that could bring good opportunities and big change. At dawn this morning I asked myself, “Why are you feeling blue?” Then I went out for a walk.
The walk was not about talking myself out of the blues. It was about exploring the blues with a loving curiosity. What is this feeling? What’s it all about? And does it matter if it has a name or even if it has a reason?
Somewhere along the way, the blues dissolved into joy, a delight in walking, seeing, sensing, being.
You can’t ask for much more than that from a walk, can you? Well, I suppose you can, but would you?
In other, fun, news…
M and I went up to Severance Hall in Cleveland last night to listen to Béla Fleck perform his Banjo Concerto with the Cleveland Orchestra. What’s that? Banjo and the Cleveland Orchestra? Why, yes. And it was pretty amazing.
That’s it from the Bogs on this gray Sunday. It doesn’t look like we’ll be seeing the sun again until Wednesday, but there is a chance of snow on Tuesday. I could be wrong, but it looks like we might have another balmy winter. Phooey. Maybe January will be more winter-like.
Thank you for visiting. I hope you’ve been having a fab weekend.
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