Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.” — Mary Anne Radmacher
Not sure why, but when I signed up for bringing salad to last night’s dinner, I instantly thought, ‘what about making green goddess dressing?’ So I stood in the store, looked up a basic recipe and gathered the ingredients.
It’s the most wonderful shade of light green, flecked with parsley, tarragon and chives, and thick and creamy. Not sure why it sprang to mind but I’m glad it did. I also made a basic herbed vinagrette with the same herbs which I will use too, but this… yummy.
Spent a bit of this morning reading Mary Oliver, about meter and line and form and why iambic pentameter and all. Went off to Mom’s to prepare my salad and help put all the veggies together and get everything up to our family dinner. Ooops, what about the NaPoWriMo du jour? Came home quite late and without an idea and don’t you know the first line that came to me – iambic pentameter… well that’s nice and soon there was a sonnet-like thing forming and then… stuck at the end. But oh well, it’s a good start and Mary would be proud that I stuck it out and used my reading for practice.
Even while walking between shade and dreams
there came the sweetest elvish song to ear
‘tween the blackest trees and whitest moon beams
in still evening the fairest words and dear.
although the world was dark with night’s own sleep
nor eyes beholding aught til morning light
the song so gently filled the heart’s strong keep
and loosed the soul to take an hour’s flight
So heavy head which burdened was lay down
rests easy on the pillows now til morn
uncomplicated smile replacing frown
upon the face now calm and less forlorn.
keep the strength of sleep’s forgotten dreamings
elvish music steeped in midnight’s gleamings
Daring to set off
down the road of adventure
facing the unknownEach of us, daring,
opens our eyes and our heart.
Live life day by daydaring to set off,
the road may be familiar
but what waits ahead?
@NaPoWriMo suggested writing an epic poem which of course I had tried my hand in 2012.
No worries – epics have always more to tell! So here’s an early in the day go at this.
Waiting for the day to begin
the dark book covers of the night
holding in the story ahead
waiting waiting so long waiting
for the adventure to begin
for the door to open
and to walk out into the world
and begin.
stars and moon hang calm above
ceasing their own travels
keeping watch with the sleepless,
the waiting –
those whose dreams are not yet named.
Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thought that is forever flowing through one’s head.
