I must, above all else share bits of this poem that a friend posted on her brand new blog (i’m showing great self-restraint by not posting all of it)
Then, at the point of agony and when all is beyond
the tree’s buds burst as if in jubilation,
then, when fear no longer exists,
the branch’s drops tumble in a shimmer,
forgetting that they were afraid of the new,
forgetting that they were fearful of the journey –
feeling for a second their greatest security,
resting in the trust
that creates the world.
(Of Course It Hurts Karin Boye, trans. from the Swedish by Jenny Nunn)
And i definitely must find more written by Karin Boye!!! Who is this woman and why have i not heard of her before????
But time is short. So that is all.