I am having a bit of a struggle this morning just with the thought of being in ‘locked down’. My daily life activities have not really changed all that much. I do miss not being able to go to the library, swimming Saturday mornings and our Monday, Wednesday and Friday exercise class at the YWCA. The thought of not being able to get closer than 6 feet of another living human being (other than the ones you’re living with) makes me feel claustrophobic and breathless. It’s much like the time I accidentally locked myself in the car. I was in a panic then. Even Sheba was taking up too much of my air. I had to roll the window down and stick my head out.
I had a talk with myself just a little while ago, put a load in the laundry, made myself a cup of tea and here I am with the poem of the day. The words are beautiful, bringing to mind of different days and different times. I know the wisdom of being in the NOW. But it is also in our nature to look back as well as ahead. We are a sum of our total experiences. Our body registers pleasure moments as well as those frightful ones that come back to haunt us long after they are gone. It’s healing to recall those golden times evoked by photographs and poetry. I can close my eyes and feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, feel the breeze in my hair. I feel the vitality of my youth and the presence of my cousin next to me.
Now I’m soothed and smoothed, sipping another cup of tea. I’m no longer breathless and panicky. I can still feel the warmth of those sunny golden days and the presence of my cousin on this earth, knowing she is an angel in heaven.
Were’t We Beautiful
growing into ourselves
earnest and funny we were
angels of some kind, smiling visitors
the light we lived in was gorgeous
we looked up and into the camera
the ordinary things we did with our hands
or how we turned and walked
or looked back we lifted the child
spooned food into his mouth
the camera held it, stayed it
there we are in our lives as if
we had all time
as if we would stand in that room
and wear that shirt those glasses
as if that light
would shine on us
and from us.
– Marjorie Saiser
6 thoughts on “WEREN’T WE BEAUTIFUL”
What a wonderful post, Lily. I enjoyed the poem you shared but even more I enjoyed learning more about you and your choice to have a “talk with yourself.”
Thank you so much, Kat!
very nice that you could be more upbeat by the second cup of tea. I enjoyed the whole article including the poem
Thanks, William. Sometimes it’s hard to be upbeat but I always try to be positive.
I loved this post, Lily. It flowed naturally and with ease -like I was talking to me!
You are a natural story teller and a beautiful writer. Stay strong. Blessings from Indian Rocks Beach, Florida. 🏖x
Thank you, Kathleen. I hope you are well. I have not heard too much about the coronavirus situation in Florida, only in New York. Most of my relatives on my mother’s side live in NYC. I’m always aware of the weight of it. Having worked during SARS, it’s nothing compared to this. I am retired but I have family working in healthcare. I very much appreciate your comment here. Stay healthy and well.