Thoughts from a spiritual seeker, farmer, and naturalist at rest along the journey at Centering Porch, a rural retreat. Embedded in nature’s sanctuary, these musings reflect what is immediate but often missed- the b:link -interwoven with creative process- the long view. All part of the journey, refreshed with poetry and persistent gratitude.
Saturday, January 21, 2017
It is no miracle our mood is high.
Courage is in the air in bracing whiffs
These two lines are from Robert Frost’s poem Dedication. He
wrote it for the inauguration of John F Kennedy. The glare of bright sunlight
on that winter day and Frost’s failing eyesight (I believe he was 87 at the
time) prevented him from reading it aloud. He recited another of his poems from
Yesterday Donald Trump was inaugurated and I was attached to the radio
listening for high mood and courage in the air. I was disappointed. Last night
I even ventured into television viewing, a rare activity for me, to check
again. I heard a pundit say, “If you wanted poetry there was another candidate
So today we walk,
Bracing courage in the fog.