At late walk's end
out back by the garbage bin
promises of shimmer pink
In his novel East of Eden, John Steinbeck wrote: I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one...Humans are caught - in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions, in their avarice and cruelty, and in their kindness and generosity too - in a net of good and evil...There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well - or ill?
Before Steinbeck's "Was it?" comes a "Shall I?" I am learning that everything hangs in that moment of choice. Before the next doing, a thinking helps.
In front of me a plastic cup filled with water holds a promise that will wilt by day's end. Tomorrow, another will appear in some unlikely spot. Something winged this time perhaps, a butterfly or hummingbird. Or you, with your smile... or tears. A beautiful photograph from a friend or a new stanza from a poet. A bit of loveliness to prime the spirit.
Sometimes a bit of beauty makes all the difference in the world.
Between despair and hope hangs a blossom.
Between loneliness and communion, a song.
Unless I close my eyes.
Stop up my ears and sing "la-la-la-la-la" to drown the music.
The answers to the hard, clean questions are born of such choices.
I am grateful for all these little memos.