"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? -- every, every minute?"
Question asked by Emily, in OUR TOWN
"to find a value above all price for the smallest events in our daily life" ~Thornton Wilder
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Intellectual Cup of Lyrics
The card above was designed and sent to me by my friend Cate (Remember: A Yarn Over* The Falls Knitting Blog). Can you read what she has written: "Put a handle on that heart and drink up!" What a treat to get such a card in the mail -- so cleverly assembled and captioned, not to mention hand - made just for me. Thank you Cate!
And speaking of drinking tea out of a heart, how about this heart - warming compliment that I received from another wonderful friend after I posted some favorite song lyrics (Jacques Brel's "Les Vieux") a few months back:
"When I read your blog I suddenly had this nice, warm flow of feelings, that you have -- imagine the moment -- when you finally take a seat on the sunny porch, tired after completing boring house chores, and at last you play some soft music, prepare a cup of fragrant tea for yourself, and immerse yourself in the beautiful meaning of a song. Thanks for sharing your intellectual cup of lyrics."
Now, that touched my heart. Thank you Beata!
*Cate explains: A "yarn over" is a term in knitting, meaning to add a hole or what gives lace its laciness!
I know what gives life it's laciness: friends, music, tea, and poetry! Here's a poem that I've been hanging onto for thirty -five years, written by one of my long - time favorite poets who is better than any other writer I know when it comes to capturing the quotidian:
Now
Now is like a cup of hot tea.
Drink it down and all of a sudden
you feel warm inside.
Many people I know
seem to be waiting
for their cups of hot tea
to get hotter or sweeter.
Inadvertently they don't get
anything but cold.
Hold your life close in your hands
and be close to these
beautifully brewed days.
by Naomi Shihab Nye (b 1952)
Contemporary Palestinian / American Poet
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You're the best. I can't believe I said something so clever as to drink from that heart! Also the poem is very right on and what you said about friends. Amen.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of "beautifully brewed days":
ReplyDeleteWINTER LOVE
by Linda Gregg
I would like to decorate this silence,
but my house grows only cleaner
and more plain. The glass chimes I hung
over the register ring a little
when the heat goes on.
I waited too long to drink my tea.
It was not hot. It was only warm.