The roses on my rosebush are still in full bloom. I find them beautiful. Everyone tells me it's a miracle that they are still alive. They survived the frost of last night, they budded in mid-september and stayed until nearly november, it's my miracle rosebush. My roommate and I went to see them last week late at night in the full moon. The music wing was to the right and someone had left a window open while practicing. We heard a piano, a cello and a viola. We sat on the ground by the roots of the rosebush and listened to this amazing music, afterwards we went home and made hot tea. These things I love about life.
Paul sent this video to me, I'd like to be this girl wandering around the world with an elephant trailing behind. I'm restless again, I want to wander and wander.
I came back from Toronto last night. I missed seeing the stars in the big city. Toronto lights blot out all of them...so driving home last night beneath this black sky completely covered in white lights was breathtaking. So I find joy in these little things. My rosebush, the stars, and elephants. I find hope in my shoes and where they might take me, my backpack and what it might hold. I like the last couple of lines from a Mary Oliver poem,
"imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours."
So...goodnight world. goodnight. sleep well, rest well. blessings. peace with you tonight.
2 comments:
Your blog reminds me of a keats poem...i just have to remember which one.
Found it!
"To one who has been long in city pent,
'Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven."
Your words and thoughts are beautiful, Laura! I can't believe your rose is still blooming. A miracle indeed.
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