The Year is Complete!

Please feel free to look back through the 365 days of 2010 sunrises, but "a year of getting up to meet the day" is officially completed. There will be no more new posts.

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A one year blog project in which I share a process of transitions: emptying of the nest, reacquainting with my rusty intellect, plowing onward with my first full length book, entering the second half of my first century, and generally reflecting on life.

(see Dec. 29th, 2009 entry for further explanation)

Friday, October 15, 2010

facing the rain

sunrise:  6:51

NOTE TO REGULAR READERS - I might be off the grid for several days.  All entries will be posted in their proper order by the end of October 19.

An autumn storm is passing through.  Intrepid island lovers that we are, we will nonetheless attempt a trip out to Sutton today if the ferry is running.  It could be especially exciting with our 5 year old houseguest from Montana, who is visiting with her parents for a few days (more terrific cousins!).  But she is as intrepid as anyone, and should be game for a little adventure.



Hard to believe it, sometimes, how life flies along.  Since it had been nearly 10 years since I saw this particular cousin in person, this was the first chance I have had to meet my youngest first cousin once removed.  Family history and ties forge a lifetime bond however.  There is such comfort in knowing that the branches of your family grow strong in so many directions, even when they are way off in the distance.


Here is some inspiration for the enjoyment of rain from Rachel Field.  Even in the throes of heart grief, she could not miss the beauty in the nature of things:

(from her book of poetry, "Fear is the Thorn")

O Lovely Rain
 O lovely rain, fall on the sea,
Silver on silver, liquidly
Darken each trunk and knotted root,
Give every twig a silver fruit
To hold, and let the bending grass
Be thick with berries clear as glass.
Film the fierce green of juniper.
Let spruces drip with quicksilver.
O lovely, multitudinous rain,
Knock on my door and window pane;
Stream through the dark, and while I sleep
Your grave and timeless rhythms keep;
Beat like some far, ancestral drum
On this dull brain, this heart grown numb.

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