Dear Ones,
It's not my day, but apparently this year we can post whenever we're moved to. I love it :]
In December, I bought a book of Hafiz poetry in which Daniel Ladinsky offers a translation for each day of the year. Starting with the new year, I tried to build a practice of reading the day's poem each morning. I've missed some days, but it happens, right? I remembered to read today's, and I wanted to share:
THESE CANDLES, OUR BODIES
These candles, our bodies, see how they burn.
How many hours will they last -- days, months,
years?
Look at the warmth and comfort we can give
to each other or to anything that comes close.
One of the components of lasting art is a spirit
flame within the created
that can ignite inspiration and hope, and survive
time's ways.
Also, I wanted to share or remind you of two other things I love. The sunshine pouring in my kitchen window while I create a powerpoint about diarrhea and washing hands and soap (normal Monday morning activity...) made me remember this video:
And maybe also the sunlight or just the peaceful-longing-warmth-feeling made me remember this:
(Don't worry, this is not actually porn in like, the naked human sense of the word, so you can open it at work or whatever. Though, porn is still in the website title, so...well, I'll leave it up to you. But there's no naked people. Ok.)
With warmth and comfort we can give to each other,
Ruthie
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