Be of good cheer

Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, 
I am as good as dead. 

Every morning, so far, I’m alive. 

Mary Oliver

These lines are from a poem called "Landscape" and I think it offers a good reminder that we need to keep our hearts open. The poem ends with an image of crows.

The wonderful Norman MacCaig uses a "stoned crow" metaphor for this poem that I also love:

A writer

Norman MacCaig   (1910-1996)

Events got him in a corner

and gave him a bad time of it –

poverty, people, ill-health

battered at him from all sides.

So far from being silenced,

he wrote more poems than ever

and all of them different –

just as a stoned crow

invents new ways of flying

it had never thought of before.

No wonder now he sometimes

suddenly lurches, stalls, twirls sideways,

before continuing his effortless level flight

so high over the heads of people

their stones can’t reach him.

 

I enjoy the idea that criticism or bad luck can just make us more creative and determined to do our own thing regardless. Strangely cheering. 

                                               Bruce Monro  -  Field of Light 

I've been finding cheer in all sorts of places and with winter approaching we seek as much light as possible. 

You’ll Never Walk alone

Sally Givertz

How are you?

Well my body has let me down a couple of times lately

I’m sure there were faults on both sides

Maybe I wasn’t giving her enough attention

Did stuff I shouldn’t have done

Until she flat refused to carry me any further

Just lay down and refused all food or comfort

I was totally out of it for a while, I was steaming!

I flew off and wandered in strange lands

Didn’t know where I was half the time

Until I got scared and came back to her

We called for mediation

The doc gave us stern instructions

Told us to pull ourselves back together

So we made a pledge

She’ll do as I ask if I treat her right

So I give her more of my time

I take her to the gym

Lift the damn weights

She lets me lounge on the bed reading lyric poetry

In return I eat right and drink green tea -

Whatever it takes

We’re still an item her and me

Thanks for asking

The Day the Music Revived

Sally Givertz

Feeling like a glad Lazarus

Raised up by antibiotics

I started last night with Bach – what else?

And today the gold of Mozart 

Fell on me like a blessing

After four days of radio silence – 

all gone dark 

Locked in the box of my brain

I can switch on, re-tune
Receive and be glad

Finally I include this poem by Charlie Rossiter that actually uses the word bliss - well he even makes it into a verb. Such a sane way to approach the arrival of winter.  Celebrate and embrace it.  Enjoy! 

Blissing on the Season's First Snowfall

Charlie Rossiter

I light a morning candle

and lift my cup of espresso

the hiss of the old radiator

purrs to me like a friendly cat

I lift my cup of espresso

and wish a silent wish

blissing on the season's first snowfall

listening to the hiss of the old radiator

the kiss of morning espresso steam

rising to disappear in pearly air

outside, snow falls silent as a stalking cat

the candle flickers in columns of warm

air rising, I lift my cup of espresso

to the single silent wish, to always

and forever to this much love my life.