Late autumn through the rainforest

Up early in the morning to fix a problem with some timers on outside Christmas lights at our church, and then onwards for a nice cup of coffee and a scone (decaf for me) in South Granville. Then, the high point of the day, a long walk through the endownment lands forest (Pacific Spirit Park–a much nicer name, we think) and home.

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But then, errands to run. One of the timers was defective, necessitating a trip back to Canadian Tire for a replacement. And an electric razor blade, ordered from a shop in Toronto, arrived and needed to be collected from the post office. So long periods standing in long lines in the afternoon.

6:30 AM

We like to go out for breakfast before the sun is up. Today’s favored items included the “Big Breakfast,” a toasted bagle with egg, cheese, and bacon, and cafe lattes.

Never give up hope

Lights remind us that the future holds moments of kindness and beauty.

…success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side-effect of one’s dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one’s surrender to a person other than oneself. Happiness must happen, and the same holds for success: you have to let it happen by not caring about it. I want you to listen to what your conscience commands you to do and go on to carry it out to the best of your knowledge. Then you will live to see that in the long run–in the long run, I say!–success will follow you precisely because you had forgotten to think of it.

–Viktor E. Frankl, in the introduction to his book Man’s Search for Meaning.

A Favorite Poem

Facebook, this morning, posted a link in my news feed of lines of famous poems. The link seemed to suggest today was World Poetry Day (it isn’t). But the link, to an article in the Independent, led to lines that someone deemed “the most powerful lines” of poetry “ever written”. I was intrigued that one of the poems, “A girl” by Ezra Pound, was on the list.

Years ago (when I was 19) I was surprised to find myself doing very well in first year English at a community college. In the second term, the instructor told me I might select any poem to study, and then write about in a term paper. I spent a long time reading poems, and finally settled on “A girl.” Had no idea it was famous or considered “powerful”. I remember thinking it was obscure.

Haven’t thought about this poem or the memories associated with it in 38 years, until this morning. I remember the instructor asking me why I had chosen that particular poem. I was too embarrassed to explain that I had been looking at all of the poems  through the lens of a lovelorn boy, pining over a girl who lived at the end of the street.

Looked up the poem, thanks to the Internet, and it’s still as great today as it was back then.

The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast –
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child – so high – you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

Ezra Pound