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Thursday, November 18, 2010
From the cosmos to the common
I pour lukewarm coffee, thick and black and still and deep as ink. As it hits my tongue, not as hot as I like it, I am moved.
I am moved by Gary Snyder and his advice for children.
I am moved thinking about astronomers watching a baby black hole and the changing, transient consequent universe, that still seems to us fixed.
I am moved by family, the girls getting awards at school, and reading together; Ava falling asleep in leotard and tights on the top bunk bed; the tone in Robin's laugh and the open wonder in her questions; and Anna asking who were Merlin and Charles "Dicksen" and Shakespeare from her book.
I am moved by gratitude and how whenever I hear or see that word, gratitude, I hear the Beastie Boys in my head.
I sip room temperature coffee in the afternoon and I am moved by all of it, from the cosmos to the common, and what to do with it all and then I hear Gary Snyder:
To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children:
learn the flowers
Hey, Gary. Thanks.