'What it knew in the morning it still believed at nightfall'
I hope your week gone by was pleasant and the work ahead is marvellous
Reading corner
This Was Once a Love Poem
By Jane Hirshfield, 1953
This was once a love poem,
before its haunches thickened, its breath grew short,
before it found itself sitting,
perplexed and a little embarrassed,
on the fender of a parked car,
while many people passed by without turning their heads.
It remembers itself dressing as if for a great engagement.
It remembers choosing these shoes,
this scarf or tie.
Once, it drank beer for breakfast,
drifted its feet
in a river side by side with the feet of another.
Once it pretended shyness, then grew truly shy,
dropping its head so the hair would fall forward,
so the eyes would not be seen.
It spoke with passion of history, of art.
It was lovely then, this poem.
Under its chin, no fold of skin softened.
Behind the knees, no pad of yellow fat.
What it knew in the morning it still believed at nightfall.
An unconjured confidence lifted its eyebrows, its cheeks.
The longing has not diminished.
Still it understands. It is time to consider a cat,
the cultivation of African violets or flowering cactus.
Yes, it decides:
Many miniature cacti, in blue and red painted pots.
When it finds itself disquieted
by the pure and unfamiliar silence of its new life,
it will touch them—one, then another—
with a single finger outstretched like a tiny flame.
Healing notes
When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
(Letter to Clara Rilke, March 27, 1903)
I just want to meditate on these words today. Sometimes I need things like the sea, the flowers around me, smell on cinnamon on cooked apples to drown out the sound, smell and taste of bad things that exist in life. In that moment (and a few moments after), it also makes me appreciate, love and be hopeful about the great vast things that are beautiful in the everyday. Trees. Rain. Cats. Innocence. Hope. Freedom. Lovers. Hands. Love.
Maybe the tiny joys are not tiny.
Maybe the here and now is hard but it is hard because of my judgment, my unease.
The little things bring me moments of calm, moments free of anxiety. Now, I just want to relish them.
Food experiments
This recipe is by the amazing Desserted Girl. I simply love some of the things she attempts and I have been wanting to try a recipe which is all my frees! HeHe!
It really is a super simple recipe.
Apple cinnamon oats
[So my measurement for this is almost zero.]
Oats
Milk
Chia seeds
Cinnamon
Honey
Apple
Oil
Cook the apple for a while in honey, oil and cinnamon. After done, place aside in a container.
Simultaneously take out a few mugs. Add oats in all of them. Add chia seeds on top. Then Cinnamon and honey. Finally add the milk. Just enough for the oats. Mix, blend well and refrigerate for a few hours i.e overnight.
Next morning, add the apple on top. Mix and eat! It is truly the easiest and best recipe! I made a tonne and really loved the taste of cinnamon, apple and well, oats. Enjoy!
Dear you,
I wanted to say today that if you have been thinking about healing,
what it means to you, how you feel about it, do write to me?
I would love to know. A way for me to talk to you as I walk this path <3
Love, kindness and warmth,
Nidsitis
'I’ve been circling for thousands of years and I still don’t know: Am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?' - Rainer Maria Rilke