A Way of Expressing A Bad Night, Had and a New Day

Tossing and turning and thinking and viewing
Chest clenched
First roiling and next fidgeting feet
Still–to solid
Heavy weight
Soft suggestion
and quiet
eyes open
yet again
to sigh
then start
to feel the quality of the light
and the clock pronouncing
the tomb-time
resistant to my noticing
a spark of joy
in earlier days
and later nights
out of the tomb
to feel earth
spin round
into Sun

–elisabeth connelley

February 22nd–What Is Elisa Doing Today?

Noticing Nature

Keats’ When I Have Fears

The Life of Poetry, Chapter 1

Washington Post article on Anselm Kiefer entitled: ‘Heaven’ Knows What German Artist Anselm Kiefer Is All About which led to finding a Hirshhorn Gallery Curator’s Lecture Podcast at the Heaven and Earth exhibition opening. (the podcast is a bit over an hour in length)

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Morning Trip (133)

“I had thought joy to be rather synonymous with happiness, but it seems now to be far less vulnerable than happiness. Joy seems to be a part of an unconditional wish to live, not holding back because life may not meet our preferences and expectations. Joy seems to be a function of the willingness to accept the whole, and to show up to meet with whatever is there. It has a kind of invincibility that attachment to any particular outcome would deny us.”
–Rachel Naomi Remen