Friday, August 8, 2008

All In Good Time*

Here it is a Friday morning after a very powerful electrical storm, the thunder & lightning though very beautiful one had to be practical & we had to disconnect our Internet in hopes of preventing a hit to our system which occurred several weeks ago, & took some time to repair. So far so good, but today may also bring forth another powerful storm-- here in New England Mark Twain's forecast still holds true & thus we shall have to-- "wait a minute"or two....

Yesterday I finally began to tackle some of the weeds we've been overgrown with here in my Peace Gardens.   They are of course, never ending & because the ticks are so bad here & with the infestation of Lyme Disease one does have to be certain that they are garbed properly before any time in the garden.  Once one becomes splattered with mud it is never a pretty site, oh well onward I go... , yet I had to stop momentarily as a few lines of a poem entered my thoughts....seemingly new thoughts, but of course they are never just new thoughts, just thoughts that have finally become actualized in a way that they've become words.....


All In Good Time

Sometimes a friendship grows old
It is what it is

In time our children grow on
It is what it is

Each time a parent grows old
It is what it is

In time I settle my heart
It is what it is

Each time the old is the new
It is what it is

In time the who, the what, the where
learns why---

It is what it is.

Einstein was asked if he had the choice to live on forever without the emotional ups & downs as an immortal, or to live in the frame work of a mortal being knowing full well there is a definite end.  He said he would choose to live as he's known it to be as a human being with all the emotions that our human condition entails, for he was know to infer that it is our emotions that give our lives their individual color, texture & meaning.  How could one disagree-- we are who we are, with so much of it defined by our emotional take on the world, our individual lenses.  The important thing is what do we do with it...  Peace of course is the truest of all ideals, & in our Gardens of Life we must continue to not only plant seeds of hope, but to nurture the essence of those seeds--  our very souls.  


Alexander Solzhenitsyn passed on, this 3rd of August 2008, he was by far one of the greatest writers of the 20th century.  I read "One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich", a small thin volume that held the day of a man's life in your hands.  I read this book some 30+ years ago on the recommendation of my father our family's "Renaissance Man".  Shortly after reading "One Day In The Life...", I read Solzhenitsyn's "Cancer Ward"  with it's poignantly intense story of  an ordinary man dealing with his treatment for cancer in the then Soviet Union.  That book altered my thinking forever. I would call it a-- "must read" for anyone who wants insite into the winning spirit of a human being. 

Alexander Solzhenitsyn--  "May You Rest In Peace".    

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

what it is can be shared....when it is not....confusion enters