If my days were like the ants,
I might carry away this mountain;
therefore, you must be precious to me,
let them stamp and step upon you as they can,
I shall escape with a few grains.
How pleasant the
silence of a holiday
to those who listen
to the long dialogue of heart and clock.
~ Charles Reznikoff, from “Heart & Clock”
A favourite read of mine this week. The idea of time passing, and grains of time. I’m trying something new this month, where I write down exactly how I’m feeling after something unexpectedly wonderful happens, or similarly, when a wave of sudden nostalgia hits, or quiet sadness creeps into my mind. I know that this emotion might be fleeting or enduring, but I sometimes cannot tell how long it will last for, and so I wanted to put it into writing. Especially the joyful moments, because I’d like to be able to go back and remember – put myself back in that memory for awhile, when I need it most. Maybe you’ll do the same this week? Form your own dialogue of heart and clock? If anything, I hope you make at least one beautiful memory this week. Happy Monday!