Meandering Moment
She Will Not Be Quiet: A (mostly unedited) daily writing practice
Jotting from my journal. Day #83 of (mostly unedited) daily writing/sharing
Meandering Moment
It's laughable how this silly, silly mind misses the magic, the moment, the magic in the moment, when it minds so much what happens, trying so hard to be liked, to be loved, to steer what cannot be steered, wanting so much to be stamped on the forehead with the word— special. Meanwhile— the honeybee slowly sips the sweetness, the morning breeze blows the scent of lilac my way. I don't want to miss it, the magic, the marvel, the meandering moment when the mind hushes and life kisses me with scent of new— when what matters most is sipping the nectar from this already-mended moment.
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I cherish the highlighting of the doubleness, the two meanings of "mind" --- as in the mental mechanism, and as in what we're preoccupied by --- what we "mind" in the sense opposite to "I don't mind." And how the mind hushes, at least for a few meandering moments, and becomes "mend."
It is a lovely poem, Julia, and it is a joy to be reading a new poem from you daily.
This poem, and especially those last two stanzas....whew.
"when what matters most/is sipping the nectar /from this already-mended moment."
These words went straight to my weary heart. "this already-mended moment." Gosh this phrase just bring tears to my eyes. Thank you so much for your poetry, Julia. It is a gift. Every poem is a gift.