One hour old and my blog is already exhibiting symptoms of schizophrenia, multiple personality disorder, or maybe just garden variety
neuroses. It can't even decide on its own name! Is it "Simply Wait," which is the obvious story of a writer's life? Or is it
"The Marvelous Garden," the bliss that we so often think lies at the end of our wait, but which is really right here. Right now.
In my life, apparently, it is both.
But first things first. It was poetry that inspired both titles:
THE SECOND POEM THE NIGHT-WALKER WROTE
Over the hilltops,
Among all the treetops
You feel hardly
A breath moving.
The birds fall silent in the woods.
Simply wait! Soon
you too will be silent.
The Marvelous Garden was inspired by this excerpt from Rumi:
How marvelous is that garden where apples and pears...
are arriving even in winter.
Those apples grow from the Gift and sink back into the Gift.
Patry, I loved the Marvelous Garden. You've really accomplished quite a lot since you started your blog. I'm loving it!
Thinking of you. I hope you heal once and for all from this surgery.
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