Posted on 07/18/2013

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Things to Quietly Ponder

Things to Quietly Ponder
When I got back to the apartment last evening from cancer mecca, this little book had arrived in the mail. I read it last year, gradually, during coffee time in the early morning. I started the experience again today.

There are several reasons why I am re-reading this newly published version aside from what I understand are few and minor revisions to the original. It is a book of essays so you are free to begin and end wherever you want as when young and discovering the wonder of meandering paths in a field. To use a word used by Heaney, the book creates an “otherwhere” of quietness and absorption just before Real Life kicks in as it does each day like a marauding intruder. The context is birds which seem as foreign to me as fish. A few lifetimes ago, I would allow myself to be swallowed by Edith Hamilton’s “Mythology”: “Mountainfit” gives a view of the world through the lens of mythology and folklore.

Today I learned that I need to figure out how to combine a visit with the Babby with the presence of marigolds since, as the author tells us, French folklore has it that girls “who touch marigolds with [their] bare feet will learn to understand birdsong.” So today we may take a spin in the Homeless Person’s Cart to find the nearest marigold patch.