A rainy melancholic kind of day here in Apple River. I don't mind so much in spite of the sadness I feel for a number of my friends and the difficulties they're going through.
And like many, my heart can't help but feel the heaviness of what's happening in the world.
The rain can be comforting as it causes me to reflect. The smell of country air after rain is so sweet and renews my spirit when I'm feeling low.
Monday's Solar Eclipse heralds a hopeful time of renewal and a time to press the reset button in our lives.
Today I received this poem Sea Iris, from a site I subscribe to. On the weekends poetry that has been written by poets of the past is sent, which I especially love learning about.
Hilda Doolittle is one of my favourite poets and receiving this reminded me of my dear friend who is much like Pandora, opening the box, releasing all the Spites which she looks past, fixing her gaze on Iris the goddess of the Rainbow, with hope and faith in her heart, the most precious attribute of the human spirit...