Yesterday I felt restless. Today, that emotion is not lost on me, but a stronger one resides: gratitude – for a Sunday. Not a day that’s rest – less; rather, that’s about rest.
I have nothing planned, nowhere I need to go (other than the grocery store), no one I’m scheduled to be with. I think the three of us might head toward water, a beach, the sea.
maggie and millie and molly and may
maggie and millie and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and
millie befriended a stranded star
who’s rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.
E.E. Cummings
I definitely lose (parts of) myself from time to time…and feel restless, disconnected, undone, sad, angry, and/or many other emotions. But I can find myself, as well, over and over again – in books, in writing, in relationship, in conversation, in time, in rest, in Sundays, in the sea. I’m grateful.
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