silent flaming arcs of hope
The subject line is from a beautiful collaborative song between my brother and his wife, called "Jacaranda," which is also the title track to his new CD... It's been stuck in my head for a few days. The coming election both entirely engages me and exhausts me (and I'm not even campaigning!). My nerves, especially regarding some of the big ethical-voting fights among family and friends, are frayed. So this simple little phrase, a description of fireflies in the song itself, is a welcome spot of quiet. Away from the clamor of fightin' words, and speaking to the hope that is, according to Emily Dickinson, the "thing with feathers...
| That perches in the soul, | |
| And sings the tune without the words, | |
| And never stops at all..." |
posted by gala @ 9:57 AM
1 Comments:
I'm so with you on the political front. Its a slow chipping away at our broad view of issues revealing a narrow, small window of details skewed one way or the other to meet so-and-so's agenda. Hard to be level headed, mature and keep the big picture forefront.
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