Happy Monday & Brave New Week! I hope it's off to a good start.
🌞 🌴 🌊
Yes, everything that is truly seen must become a poem.
—Rilke
The poetry, off the page, is endless...
Folks may knock frustrating Florida for its politics — & I get that — but the natural rewards are unassailable.
Living in the subtropics means that even the Sunshine State (aka Florida) experiences rainy days. But, after overcast, stormy weather, we appreciate better a warm day at the beach for the gift that it is.
If we listen, I've written in a book of mine (echoing Rilke quote, above) the air is heavy with poems, ripe for plucking.
As an animal lover, the list of a few of my favorite things that lift my spirits must include our peacocks and family cat, Pinnicho.
It's a special moment, and one I have to monitor closely when our bold cat 🐈 enters the peacock 🦚 cage (to their amazement) to roll around & try out their food.
The sensible chickens, wisely, decided to stay outside...
And, because life would be a mistake without Love, art and spirituality, I'll leave you with an #inspirational quotation by Canadian singer and poet, Leonard Cohen:
What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence.
A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory...
Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.
—Leonard Cohen,
If this post does not find you happy then, at least, try to remind yourself of all the reasons you have (big and small) to be grateful. Here's a little poem I wrote to remind myself:
Next time you find
the wheels of your mind
spinning (in vain),
think less, thank more.
Peace 🙏
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
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