Around ten this morning I grew tired of refrigerated air and artificial light (tired is not the same as ungrateful!) So I found a corner of the patio still in shade. Here I finished the newspaper, amused by the light breeze wrestling with me for control of the editorial page. While at this task I heard a high thin whistle. Not the questioning pe-teew of broad winged hawk, but the descending declarative of Mississippi kite. Eyes up and there he was, a male, quick sailing on the effortless up current of a blue true dream. Pale head flashing white as he turned, shading into dark. Buoyant, elegant, sleek. And oh what the sight of him did for my heart!
Later, purr of an engine announced a small airplane crossing the blue true dream. Sunshine yellow. It looked so jaunty and carefree. Again, good medicine.
Last sighting before I went back inside was a Giant Swallowtail butterfly, winging west.
Here’s one I met on this very patio, many years ago, when I was having a very bad day. And oh what the sight of him did for my heart!
2 thoughts on “Blue True Dream of a Sky”
At first sight of this title I clapped my hands. The e. e. cummings poem “I thank you God for most this amazing” has been a morning prayer of mine for 25 years! I say it to the sky in my backyard or on a morning walk. I’m guessing you feel the same way! Amen!
On Fri, Aug 14, 2020 at 11:21 AM Everlasting Arms wrote:
> > > > > > > Phoebe Dishman posted: “Around ten this morning I grew tired of > refrigerated air and artificial light (tired is not the same as > ungrateful!) So I found a corner of the patio still in shaded. Here I > finished the newspaper, amused by the light breeze wrestling with me for > control ” > > > >
“I thank God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of a sky.” e.e. cummings
Here’s another: “In ceasing to question the sun I have become light, bird and wind. My leaves sing. I am earth, earth. All these lighted things grow from my heart.” Thomas Merton