Archive for March 15th, 2008


Remember the 1340’s? We were doing a dance called the Catapult.
You always wore brown, the color craze of the decade,
and I was draped in one of those capes that were popular,
the ones with unicorns and pomegranates in needlework.
Everyone would pause for beer and onions in the afternoon,
and at night we would play a game called “Find the Cow.”
Everything was hand-lettered then, not like today.

Where has the summer of 1572 gone? Brocade and sonnet
marathons were the rage. We used to dress up in the flags
of rival baronies and conquer one another in cold rooms of stone.
Out on the dance floor we were all doing the Struggle
while your sister practiced the Daphne all alone in her room.
We borrowed the jargon of farriers for our slang.
These days language seems transparent a badly broken code.

The 1790’s will never come again. Childhood was big.
People would take walks to the very tops of hills
and write down what they saw in their journals without speaking.
Our collars were high and our hats were extremely soft.
We would surprise each other with alphabets made of twigs.
It was a wonderful time to be alive, or even dead.

I am very fond of the period between 1815 and 1821.
Europe trembled while we sat still for our portraits.
And I would love to return to 1901 if only for a moment,
time enough to wind up a music box and do a few dance steps,
or shoot me back to 1922 or 1941, or at least let me
recapture the serenity of last month when we picked
berries and glided through afternoons in a canoe.

Even this morning would be an improvement over the present.
I was in the garden then, surrounded by the hum of bees
and the Latin names of flowers, watching the early light
flash off the slanted windows of the greenhouse
and silver the limbs on the rows of dark hemlocks.

As usual, I was thinking about the moments of the past,
letting my memory rush over them like water
rushing over the stones on the bottom of a stream.
I was even thinking a little about the future, that place
where people are doing a dance we cannot imagine,
a dance whose name we can only guess.

~Billy Collins

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Our spiritual growth often comes to us
in ways that we don’t quite expect.


I open new doors to Life

You are standing in the corridor of Life,
and behind you so many doors have closed.
Things you no longer do, or say, or think.
Experiences you no longer have.

Ahead of you is a continuous corridor of doors –
each one opening to a new experience.  As you
move forward see yourself opening various
doors on wonderful experiences which you
would like to have.  Trust that your inner guide
is leading you and guiding you in ways that
are best for you, and that your spiritual growth
is continuously expanding.

No matter which door opens or which door closes,
you are always safe.  You are eternal.  You will go
on forever from experience to experience.

See yourself opening doors to joy, peace, healing,
prosperity, and love.  Doors to understanding,
compassion and forgiveness.  Doors to freedom.
Doors to self-worth and self-esteem.  Doors to self-love.

It is all here before you.  Which door will you open first?

Remember you are safe, it is only change.

~Louise Hay
Heart Thoughts: A Treasury of Inner Wisdom

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