oh to be ....Dazzled 10 thousand times a day
Corona at 13 months
corona 1 |kəˈrōnə|noun (pl. coronae |-nē, -nī| )1 Astronomy the rarefied gaseous envelope of the sun and other stars. The sun's corona is normally visible only during a total solar eclipse when it is seen as an irregularly shaped pearly glow surrounding the darkened disk of the moon.• (also corona discharge)Physics the glow around a conductor at high potential.• a small circle of light seen around the sun or moon, due to diffraction by water droplets.ORIGIN mid 16th cent. ( sense 4): from Latin,‘wreath, crown.’.....late 19th cent.: from Spanish La Corona, literally ‘the crown,’originally a proprietary name.
It has been more than a year since I last posted. I have been busy recovering from chemo and living life. I feel 100% now and am still so grateful every day for my health, family, and friends. Recently, I have returned to motherhood with the addition of a new puppy, Corona, and have realized how nourishing it is to my soul to increase my circle of love and renew life. I have also recently had a close friend in a terrible almost fatal ski accident who is now struggling to regain control over her body and mind. This reminds me again that each day is a gift we are given and each day should be spent with this in mind. A very talented poet, Mary Oliver, captures it in this poem:
“Hello wren,” is the first thing I say.
“Where did you come from appearing so
sudden and cheerful in the privet? Which,
by the way, has decided to decorate itself
in so many white blossoms.”
Paulus is coming to visit! Paulus the dancer, the potter. who is just beginning
his eightieth decade, who walks without shoes in the woods because his feet,
he says, 'ask to be in touch with the earth'.
Paulus who when he says my poems sometimes
changes them a little, according to the occasion or his own feelings.
okay, I say.
Stay young, always, in the theater of your mind.
bless the notebook that I always carry in my pocket.
and the pen.
bless the words with which I try to say
what i see, think, or feel
with gratitude for the grace of the earth.
the expected and the exception, both.
for all the hours I have been given to be in this world
the multiplicity of forms! the hummingbird,
the fox, the raven, the sparrow hawk, the otter, the dragonfly, the water lily!
and on and on.
it must be a great disappointment to God if we are not dazzled at least
ten times a day.
slowly the morning climbs toward the day.
as for the poem, not this poem but nay
poem, do you feel its sting? do you feel
its hope, its entrance to a community? do you
feel its hand in your hand?
but perhaps you’re still sleeping. i
could wake you with a touch or a kiss.
but so could i shake the petals from the wild rose
which blossoms so silently
and I do not. Good Morning by Mary Oliver