Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Just How I Feel
How quickly my moods change! Yesterday, the sun was shining and it was brisk and cold, but I knew the weather was turning, so I bundled up and dashed out for a walk before the sun went down, and today it is back to cold, gray drizzle. I was feeling all optimistic and energized after that great power walk in the sunshine. But, now, the weather is affecting my mood. I feel a bit isolated and dreary. Can't help it...it's just how I feel. Maybe a little poetry will put me back in the frame of mind I was in yesterday. Can't hurt?
The Autumn Sonnets
If I can let you go as trees let go
Their leaves, so casually, one by one,
If I can come to know what they do know,
That fall is the release, the consummation,
Then fear of time and the uncertain fruit
Would not distemper the great lucid skies
This strangest autumn, mellow and acute.
If I can take the dark with open eyes
And call it seasonal, not harsh or strange
(For love itself may need a time of sleep),
And, treelike, stand unmoved before the change,
Lose what I lose to keep what I can keep,
The strong root still alive under the snow,
Love will endure -- if I can let you go.
by May Sarton, from "Selected Poems of May Sarton" 1978
or maybe Anne Lamott will shake me out of the doldrums.
“Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It's like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can't stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.”
― Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life