Thursday, April 21, 2011

Having New Eyes

As Easter and Passover come through once again, and we rejoice in renewal- I am surprised by my need to be comforted by rhythmic rituals. I am not a Christian, so it is more for me about spiritual renewal and embracing the change from cold frozen to warming growth. I wait and poke, and hope. Spiritual stasis and status quo to movement through to renewal.

I am reading a lot about change, managing it, and finding your way through, but the choice of how to do so is up to you (me):

"It's as if you are reaching out to life with a closed fist rather than an open hand, clinging tightly to the old, instead of being receptive to something new."

Survivors need to learn to see through new eyes, so we can "learn strategies that will develop our stamina, give us a robust attitude towards change, and teach us the flexibiity  that is necessary for swimming with the ebb and flow of life's currents." from Picking Up the Pieces, Magee and Scalzo.

If you like the bunny, here's to eggs, and spring. If you have been passed over, En shallah. Yay.

Life is short. Enjoy. Feast. Forgive. See with new eyes.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Rebus*

You work with what you are given,
the red clay of grief,
the black clay of stubbornness going on after.
Clay that tastes of care or carelessness,
clay that smells of the bottoms of rivers or dust.

Each thought is a life you have lived or failed to live,
each word is a dish you have eaten or left on the table.
There are honeys so bitter
no one would willingly choose to take them.
The clay takes them: honey of weariness, honey of vanity,
honey of cruelty, fear.

This rebus-slip and stubbornness,
bottom of river, my own consumed life -
when will I learn to read it
plainly, slowly, uncolored by hope or desire?
Not to understand it, only to see.

As water given sugar sweetens, given salt grows salty,
we become our choices.
Each yes, each no continues,
this one a ladder, that one an anvil or cup.

The ladder leans into its darkness.
The anvil leans into its silence.
The cup sits empty.

How can I enter this question the clay has asked?

- JANE HIRSHFIELD -

(*Rebus — “A representation of words in the form of pictures or symbols, often presented as a puzzle.”)

Auntie Cake's Shop said...

i like this. thank you.