Thursday July 16, 2009
hushing and holding
(In winter, you have to look so much harder for garden colour - I passed these spiky pink flowers on a recent walk.)
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Sorry about the quiet here. I rather busted my gut a week or so ago, getting my poetry manuscript finished. It seems to have taken a toll and I have not much to say for myself since. (I got it finished...but am still waiting for the euphoria. So far, I just feel knackered. It has been years in the making.)
I read somewhere online (sorry source - I forget now where) that these quiet times are not ‘blocks’ or ‘dry spells’ but a time of:
hushing and holding
which I much prefer. It suggests to me that there is still much to be said/made/done...just not yet, not right now. It suggests gestation.
Here are things off the top of my brain:
I have been listening to lullabies lately and finding them soothing, compelling. I wonder what this is about?
I have been planning to make marmalade from my lovely lemons for weeks now - I think I have finally managed find THE recipe and gather all the ingredients. It has taken an absurd amount of planning/co-ordination. This is what happens to me in deep winter. I become rather slow and inept.
We don’t tend to have fantails in our backyard, but the other day a very chatty one visited. I was hanging out the laundry and it seemed to be trying to talk with me, so I replied in slightly off-key whistles. Then it came and perched on the line, very near my hands, for a good 20 seconds.
I’m still trying to work out what that means, if anything. It felt like a something though.
