There is something mysterious about fog.
It whispered to Sandburg as it crept into the harbor
on little cat feet. It settles over Admiralty Inlet,
a down comforter of relief on a simmering summer day.
It moves in quickly, a cool mist that settles lightly
on our faces and arms as we trudge up the hill
toward home. Then the stillness, how it tamps down
sound, reminding us to honor silence and drift
through an inner landscape of ideas,
enter into the ethereal magic of another world,
as if we were birds soaring in clouds
that have come down to enfold us,
quieting the minor furies we create.
~Lois Parker Edstrom from Glint (MoonPath Press, 2019)
And so you have a life that you are living only now,
now and now and now,
gone before you can speak of it,
and you must be thankful for living day by day,
moment by moment …
a life in the breath and pulse and living light of the present…
~Wendell Berry from Hannah Coulter
~Lustravit lampade terras~
(He has illumined the world with a lamp)
The weather and my mood have little connection.
I have my foggy and my fine days within me;
my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.
– Blaise Pascal from “Miscellaneous Writings”
The only thing more frightening than the unknown
is the fear that the next moment will be just like the last
or perhaps worse.
I tend to forget:
the moment just passed can never be retrieved and relived.
Worry and sorrow and angst are more contagious
than the latest viral scourge.
I mask up and wash my hands of it throughout the day.
I wish we could be vaccinated to protect us all from our unnamed fears.
I want to say to myself:
Stop and acknowledge this moment in time.
Stop wanting to be numb to all discomfort.
Stop fearing the next moment.
Instead, simply be,
now and now and now.
I need to know:
this moment, foggy or fine, is mine alone,
a down comforter of relief~
this moment of weeping and sharing
and breath and pulse and light.
I shout for joy in it
even when sound is muffled in morning fog.
It is to be celebrated.
I mustn’t hold back.
A new book from Barnstorming (with poetry from today’s poet Lois Edstrom) can be ordered here: