The Bookish Kind: 1/1/18

Sunday, January 28, 2018

The Kind of Quiet

Like winter, I am in a season of quiet and keeping to myself. Under the surface, thoughts are brewing like a warm cuppa ready for the sipping. But I'm not ready to drink the tea yet, so I sit quietly and ponder.

I've been obsessed lately with pouring over Etsy shops that offer decadent classic books, from Missouri to the UK, and I have found a few that have made their way to me, or are traveling to me now.

This one for example, takes you to certain delightful English towns from 1906.

From this 1890 beauty, I can read and recite, "The Lady of Shalott" to my heart's content. (I once memorized most of this poem and can still remember 3 or 4 stanzas of it, (is that the right word and did I just add a parenthesis inside of another parenthesis?)).

These are just the kind of quiet I need right now. Planting seeds and brewing tea, indeed.

Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth