Every natural fact is a symbol of some spiritual fact. Every appearance in nature corresponds to some state of the mind, and that state of the mind can only be described by presenting that natural appearance as its picture. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Some days the hurdles seem higher and the obstacles loom larger. Without warning, everything that only yesterday shimmered with a lively glow now has a dull, gray shadow overcast. Some of that shadow has a very tangible source; but combined with a few bits of compounded, unaddressed, emotional clutter and the burden becomes visible and more weighty.
I am still missing an old friend – even though he has gone to great lengths, from my vantage point, to reassure me of his upgraded condition – he is not sleeping at my feet, waking me with a wet nose probed under the covers, or giving me that contented, morning smile.
I look elsewhere for signs of life; companions, nature, and poetry. I can’t focus on reading anything too intense or literal. Poetry restores my spirit. I love the wide-open spaces between the thoughts. Little nuggets of hope refresh and renourish.
Rather than dashing from thought to thought, event to event, dream to dream…in recovery, I gradually find enough words of poetic inspiration to walk up the stairway from that basement of grief…holding firm to the energetic life rails on both sides. The future on one side and the past on the other, as I walk, they converge through me to marry into the dynamic, emerging present. I am reminded of the simple treasure of presence I was given, what I have now to uncover, and the promise of more to come. And I run home.
All I have seen teaches me to trust the creator for all I have not seen. – Ralph Waldo Emerson