Feeling particularly grateful this evening – for lots of things, really; but, in particular today, I’m feeling grateful for the gift of community, for family (both given and created); for those who at times know me better than I know myself (and who love me despite all that), who trust me enough to let me know them, and bear with me patiently as I navigate along this life; and for the sheer gift of being able to share my life with such wonderful people.
“From Blossoms,” by Li-Young Lee
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.
From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.
O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.