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And Now, The Hurricane
It didn’t behave
like anything you had
ever imagined. The wind
tore at the trees, the rain
fell for days slant and hard.
The back of the hand
to everything….
But listen now to what happened
to the actual trees;
toward the end of that summer they pushed new leaves from their stubbed limbs. It was the wrong season, yes, but they wouldn’t stop….
For some things
there are no wrong seasons.
Which is what I dream of for me.
Fragment of Hurricane, by Mary Oliver
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“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”
— Dr Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
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Too many people would love for us to lose heart and believe these times are hopeless, that we have no power and therefore little reason to…
