Living With Poetry

In my meanderings though blog-land, I've happened to cross paths with Grete, whose beautiful blog (To Live A Poem) has inspired me to reconnect with some of my favorite poets.  Grete's focus excites me, because she's not simply reading poems for pleasure, nor is she dissecting them word for word to study symbols and rhythmic patterns...she's living the poem, wrapping it around her life and using it to gain insight into her self and the world around her. So I took up the challenge to live some of my favorite poems, and where better to begin than with Mary Oliver, and the poem I've typed out onto a small card and carried tucked away in my wallet for the past two years.  Each morning lately, as I've gone out to walk the dogs, I've written one stanza out and memorized it, repeating the words as I watch the world spring into life after the cold of winter.

When I am among the trees

Especially the willows and the honey locusts

Equally the beech, the oaks, and the pines

They give off such hints of gladness

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

These early days of spring the tiniest of blossoms have barely sprung from their buds, and the sky appears to be filled with a fine, green mist, the "hints of gladness" which will emerge in full leaf just a few weeks from now.  I feel that hopefulness in my own life these days~ a spring in my step as I walk onto the front porch, bathed in early morning sunlight. There is such hope in all this, such promise, that I can't help but feel saved from the dark days through which I've walked in recent months.

I am so distant from the hope of myself

In which I have goodness and discernment

And never hurry through the world

But walk slowly, and bow often.

Because all too often I am so distant from the hope of myself, feel light years away from ever being the woman I want to be, from even knowing who that woman is.  Because all too often, all I do is hurry through the world, from one obligation to the next, never able walk slowly, or acknowledge the simple goodness and beauty around or within me.

Around me the trees stir in their leave

and call out, "Stay awhile."

The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, "It's simple," they say

And you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled

with light, and to shine.

Such wisdom among the trees, such simple and perfect counsel, this mission of ours in the world..."to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine."  To find that place where we fit - where the work that we do, the life that we live, is filled with people and things and activities that we love. 

So my morning walks this month have become a time to dwell within the poem, to live and breathe it while I move purposefully through the brisk morning air, to let the words mull and simmer in my brain and enliven my thoughts and spirit for the day.

To live a poem...

Brave Beauties

How can it be, when it's only April, that these have popped open in all their splendor?   As much as I love them, and all the other blossoming, burgeoning signs of new life everywhere, I'm afraid -  frightened that winter is not yet done with us, will roar through these flat plains one more time and slap down all this brave beauty.

I hope, hope, hope that I'm wrong, that it's just my usual fear and foreboding, the old familiar mistrust that nothing good will stay.

Because  anything as brave and bright as these beauties should be allowed to shine, shouldn't they?

What's shining in your neighborhood these days?

Music Matters

When we were in Florida last month, this article about budget cuts to the arts programs in Lee County schools was on the front page of the paper.  News stories like this are quite familiar here in the recession battered midwest, but I was  taken aback to find the same problems existing in more affluent areas of the country. This makes me sad - and angry.  As a musician who would likely never have been exposed to music if it weren't for her wonderful elementary school music teachers, I'm heartbroken for all the potential young music makers who will never have that opportunity to develop a talent, or discover a life long passion.   As an adult who has worked with student musicians for 20 years, I've seen firsthand the powerful effect the arts can have on children of all ages.  It develops confidence, fosters a spirit of teamwork, provides an outlet for stress, all while improving fine motor skills, coordination, and mental agility.  If you ask me, music packs a powerful educational whammy, one that should be valued above many others.

The newspaper article referred to a study which indicated that students who majored in music as undergraduates had a higher acceptance rate to medical school than those who majored in biochemistry.  It also cited the many studies which have proven that music education helps children develop critical math skills, while education in fine art encourages creative and non-linear thinking.   Certainly these are fine arguments for continuing to support music and arts education for children of all ages.  I wish, though, that we didn't have to persuade people that music education is important only because it makes you good at something else, wish that people would see the value in learning to make and listen to music or art for its own sake, simply for the power of having the ability to create something beautiful in your life and to offer it to others.

 It seems to me that as a society, we place less and less value on the well rounded individual, one who has been educated and has an appreciation for all manner of ideas, than on the "superstar," the kind of person who capitalizes on one area of expertise throughout their life.   Nearly as soon as they start talking, we ask children what they want to be when they grow up.  And while we probably don't expect a serious answer, it's all too easy for little people to start pigeonholing  themselves at a very young age, especially if their exposure to opportunities is limited. 

I think encouraging people, especially children, to be one-dimensional does them a major disservice.  Education should be about exposure to all manner of thought and history and ideas, not just about learning information to fill in the right answers on a state mandated test.  Life is long, and sometimes hard.  Being able to call upon multiple areas of interest and talent is crucial for keeping pace with the future. 

Music has always mattered to me.  It has enriched my life in more ways than I could ever have imagined.  And it all started on Wednesday afternoons in fourth grade, with a plastic recorder, and Mrs. Evans, our music teacher.  In this, the richest of all countries, we must continue to offer that gift to our children.

Situation Normal

You know what?  This has been a really normal week.  A week where things have gone according to schedule, where all assigned tasks have been completed, where some unexpected (but nice) opportunities have arisen.  I liked it.

I could get used to this thing called normal.

See, I really like a routine.  I know that makes me somewhat pedantic and uninteresting, but I function best when things happen in a prescribed fashion, ideally one over which I have some control.  Deep in my heart of hearts, I'd like to be more of a free spirit,  wish I could go with the flow and take what comes.  But when things are up in the air, I get ansty and prickly.  Can't help it...that's just me. (See how self-aware I am, and I haven't even taken the StrengthsFinder?)

Here's what happened this week that I really liked...

~my weeping cherry tree blossomed beautifully.  oh yes.

~i got to accompany my friend's church choir rehearsal last night.  hadn't played the piano in three weeks!  yes, indeed, that felt good.

~it was so quiet in the office this week that i got all my work done in the allotted time and didn't bring anything home with me for the weekend.  whew.

~got one step closer to completing the disbursement of my aunt's estate - namely, preparing to finalize the transfer of her house to another of her nieces.   big smiles.

~walked two miles every day this week.  feelin' fit in spite of pizza for dinner.

Here's what I'm looking forward to...

~marathon men's chorus concerts tomorrow at the University of Michigan, where I expect to hear and see some of my favorite young men from the high school.  brava!

~going to East Lansing next weekend with my friend C. while our men are away on a choir tour of their own.  yea for girlfriends!

~sleeping late tomorrow and then taking the doggies to the park.  nice.

~more spring like weather which is said to be on the way.  ahhh...

In short, I'm loving life in the normal lane. 

How about you?  What's your situation these days?

First Impression

I work in a small office, and during the 10 years I've worked there I've seen quite a number of employees come and go.  Personality is important in a small, cohesive group like ours, and I've become quite adept at discerning who will "fit" and who will not.  My first impression is usually correct, too - even if I sometimes can't put my finger on exactly why.   So I've learned to trust it, that first initial feeling I get, not only when it comes to office personnel, but to other things in life as well. How about you? Do you trust your first impression?  What does it take to make a good first impression on you?  What's the best (or worst) first impression you ever had about a person/place?

This week, write about a~

FIRST IMPRESSION