.........this blog writing task could become a habit, and quickly! As I've played around these last few minutes, I kept noticing the title of the blog, 'Threads'; it occurs to me I might want to 'decipher' the name for you, dear reader, and to remind myself.
I do not sew; thanks in part to the poet Rilke, and to my Spiritual Director, and to the aging process, I do however 'weave', creating a life, paying particular attention now that I am on the edge of 'young old age'.
From Rilke, a piece I've learned by heart and repeat most days:
'She who reconciles the ill-matched threads of her life
and weaves them gratefully [italics mine] into a single cloth -
it is she who drives the loudmouths from the hall
and clears it for a different celebration, where the one guest is you -
in the softness of evening it is you she receives;
you are the partner in her loneliness,
the unspeaking center of her monologues -
with each disclosure you encompass more
and she stretches beyond what limits her to hold you.'
From a recent effort of my own writing a 'lanterne' poem - a syllabic poem the lines of which are 1,2,3,4,5,1 syllables; the topic was hospitality - to oneself as well as to the world in which one moves:
every thread -