Terra Firma
It’s interesting how the smell of rain, the sound of rain, even the way the spray of rain feels on the skin can bring about torrents of memories without warning.
What would it be like to be caught up in such passion again at this age? Would it be fulfilling? Or was it only as special as it was because of the time and the place that it happened?
by a sudden
downpour
Why do mountains weep?
This time of year, a peculiar kind of cloud forms on and around mountains. It is heavy and thick. It pulls itself over the peaks and drags itself through the valleys. It settles at their bases and expands upwards and outwards. Sometimes it even drifts in incongruous lifts that are somehow light enough to pull away from the denser looking masses it departs from.
Watching these clouds, I always find myself thinking, if sorrow could be given a physical shape, it would be this.
consuming the valley
a blanket of fog
Rain
It was a rainy week, the first truly rainy week in a while. Amidst the steady drizzle, there were a number of thunderstorms, sometimes the thunder was deep and guttural, other times it came in sharp, sudden cracks. Listening closely to the various kinds of thunder, I felt like each sound was somehow tied its own type of moment in the past.
memory of
a past slight
Cycles
Autumn tends to be a moody season filled with moments of joy and moments of somber. As with the seasons themselves, we go through cycles in our lives, and sometimes we find ourselves in the middle of situations that we’ve been in before, sometimes even with the same characters.
the leaves crunch
here we are again
When words fail us
The internet is full of posts describing the meaning of words from other languages that capture emotions we can only dance around in English. Being bi-lingual and having lived in a non-English speaking country for a number of years now, I often find myself thinking in my second language because it is easier to capture the immediacy of my surroundings (and the cultural differences) with it.
That said, there are still so many things that only just graze the edges of my periphery, leaving me wondering what it is that they are.
I sense something
just out of reach
Childlike boredom
Is boredom something we grow out of, or is it something that only disappears during certain years of our lives, years when we are too busy, and/or too tired from being so busy to actually feel boredom?
While watching my kids struggle to pass a slow, drizzly day without screens, I can only slightly recall the boredom they must have felt.
from morning till night
the length of a day
Echoes in the night
After rainstorms, there is a certain kind of quiet that settles in outside, especially at night. If you walk through this silence, occasionally you will hear a single drop of water, sometimes a raindrop, sometimes just rainfall that has gathered somewhere until a single drip needs to be released. And when that drip lands in the right place, the deep rich sound it makes, and the reverberations there after are exceptionally beautiful.
the echo of a raindrop
landing in the well
Perfect! I appreciate the short story behind each poem. And then thestory is condensed in three lines 😍
Actually, the poems come first. Later I write a little description about what led to each poem.
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Sounds like the rain is back in force along with those fall leaves. The seasons just seem to fly by. I understand thinking in a foreign language, I spent so many years in Spanish speaking countries that it's just like English for me. I find myself still thinking in Spanish from time to time even though I'm in the US now.
I guess as we age the boredom goes away, replaced by stress a lot the time. Funny how life works! Great poems like always
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Maybe if we didn’t have phones, we’d realize that we are bored. 🤣
What countries did you spend time in?
I spent a lot of time in Chile and Argentina, but pretty much all over South America. Then I live in the Caribbean (Puerto Rico) for several years. Never spent as much time as I wanted in Europe, and never made it to Asia. It's a small planet but still hard to see it all in one lifetime!
I’ve heard that Chile is a really beautiful country. What took you to South America and Puerto Rico?
Southern Chile is gorgeous! Education and work, I first went to Southern Chile as a ski instructor when I was 18, picked up Spanish pretty quickly and got offered great paying job in Santiago after. Never looked back! It was a lot of fun!
I’ve met a lot of people who’ve worked as ski and snowboard instructors around the world. I wish I had known that was a possibility when I was 19 or 20. It sounds like a great way to get your foot out the door and make a lot of good connections.
It's a great way to get out and start making a living. You do a make a lot of contacts and friends in the process. There really is nothing like getting out and seeing the world away from the US, to realize just how lucky I was growing up here.
Age changes many things in life. Perhaps passion is not one of them.
We no longer have boredom because now we have TikTok 😀.
Watching my kids look at TikTok is so painful.
I think being busy with kids and work negates a lot of boredom because there’s always something to do. Similarly, I find that it does a number on passion too. Again, because of lack of time and too many distractions.
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