Hope and Love
by Jane Hirshfield
the blue heron
slept among the horses.
I do not know
the custom of herons,
do not know
if the solitary habit
is their way,
or if he listened for
some missing one--
not knowing even
that was what he did--
in the blowing
sounds in the dark,
I know that
hope is the hardest
love we carry.
with his long neck
folded, like a letter
And God held in his hand
A small globe. Look he said.
The son looked. Far off,
As through water, he saw
A scorched land of fierce
Colour. The light burned
There; crusted buildings
Cast their shadows: a bright
Serpent, A river
Uncoiled itself, radiant
On a bare
Hill a bare tree saddened
The sky. many People
Held out their thin arms
To it, as though waiting
For a vanished April
To return to its crossed
Boughs. The son watched
Them. Let me go there, he said.
via Br. James, S.S.J.E
"Birds, though you long have ceased to build,
guard the nest that must be filled.
Even the hour when wings are frozen
God for fledgling time has chosen.
People look East and sing today:
Love the bird is on the way. "
from "People, look East" hymn for Advent II
"If the chickadees coming to the feeder are fluffed fat as tennis balls the temperature is in the low thirties, plenty cold enough for a muffler." Hal Borland
William Cullen Bryant - 1794-1878
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!
One mellow smile through the soft vapory air,
Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds run,
Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare.
One smile on the brown hills and naked trees,
And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast,
And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee
Shall murmur by the hedge that skirts the way,
The cricket chirp upon the russet lea,
And man delight to linger in thy ray.
Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear
The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air.
Paper wasps inspire Ts'ai Lun's (CE 105) invention of paper.
The magnolia leaf fall has made a paper wasp nest visible outside the bathroom window - evidence of a very busy summer. I learned the queen starts the nest with chewed wood fibers, adding the first layer and laying eggs of the workers who will expand the work.
When human organisations are housed in enormous, undifferentiated buildings, people stop identifying with the staff who work there as personalities and think only of the institution as an impersonal monolith, staffed by personnel. In short the more monolithic the building is, the more it prevents people from being personal and from making human contact with the other people in the building.
Christopher Alexander via Isa Crawford
"Most high, omnipotent, good Lord, grant your people the grace to renounce gladly the vanities of this world; that, following the way of blessed Francis, we may, for love of you, delight in your whole creation with perfectness of joy; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, on God, for ever and ever. Amen." The Collect of the Day
A wee explanation: this website was created as a way to amplify the daily surprise of seeing glory in one small life. The notebook entries represented here are all selected from things actually lived and noted on paper in an effort to live the full life British educator Charlotte Mason so ably championed.
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