A moment of sheer beauty. I snapped this pic of the unfathomably blue sky, a backdrop for little daubs of white floss.
Poet W.H. Davies wrote the poem, ‘Leisure’, asking
‘what is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare?—No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.’
It’s simple message stands the test of time. Life is a series of moments. In recovery, some of those moments feel like the jagged edge of the ripping saw, others like the sharpened tip of the sabre. That makes it all the more important to take the time to ‘stand and stare’. Catch the moments of purity, of otherness.
Mindfulness, CBT, DBT, NLP (acronyms on a postcard to…) I’ll take poetry over any of them.