The extraordinary patience of things!
This beautiful place defaced with a crop of suburban houses
How beautiful when we first beheld it,
Unbroken field of poppy and lupin walled with clean cliffs;
No intrusion but two or three horses pasturing,
Or a few milch cows rubbing their flanks on the outcrop rockheads—
Now the spoiler has come: does it care?
Not faintly. It has all time. It knows the people are a tide
That swells and in time will ebb, and all
Their works dissolve. Meanwhile the image of the pristine beauty
Lives in the very grain of the granite,
Safe as the endless ocean that climbs our cliff.—As for us:
We must uncenter our minds from ourselves;
We must unhumanize our views a little, and become confident
As the rock and ocean that we were made from.–“Carmel Point” by Robinson Jeffers, who died on this day in 1961
It has turned very cold here in flyover country and we are hunkering down, dusting the bookshelves and sorting our collections.
In other news, Katiebelle got her first haircut…
…and she is setting fashion trends in toddler daycare.
And this made me laugh…
Grace and peace to you.
(The painting at the top is by Andrew Wyeth.)