My friend sent me this charming poem by Joy Harjo.
https://www.poetryfoundation. org/poems/49622/perhaps-the- world-ends-here
https://www.poetryfoundation.
I am reminded of the difference between the inside of the house and the outside.
I think of all of things a person can do just around a table, as I am reading it.
I think of all of things a person can do just around a table, as I am reading it.
Then I think of the gift of the outside of the house -- since it is raining I am thinking about the smell of the wet trees and the smell of the mist in the air.
I am looking at the clouds in the sky and thinking about how all of this, somehow gets brought to the kitchen table at the end of the day.
I am looking at the clouds in the sky and thinking about how all of this, somehow gets brought to the kitchen table at the end of the day.
A lovely day here at the Shuswap.
Arta
And so my brother sends me a new word he thinks may interest me: petrichor. He is right. A word for me, coined in 1964 about the smell that comes with rain after a dry period.
ReplyDeleteI love words.