Beautiful Things, Tiny and Huge

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Monday Morning Musings:

“And the dreamt-of is someone who did

Something we can’t quite put

Our finger on,

But which involved a life

We are always, we feel,

About to discover.”

–from Mark Strand, “Dreams”

“One hot afternoon during the era in which you’ve gotten yourself ridiculously tangled up with heroin, you will be riding the bus and thinking what a worthless piece of crap you are when a little girl will get on the bus holding the strings of two purple balloons. She’ll offer you one of the balloons, but you won’t take it because you believe you no longer have a right to such tiny beautiful things. You’re wrong. You do.”

― Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

 

November comes

with days dimmed and dreary,

the time between bright azure skies

and crisp-apple air

and the frosted evergreens of December.

 

I search now for the golden glow–

and color where I can find it–

the tiny beautiful things

in the world around us,

and the tiny beautiful things

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I hold within my heart,

memories,

the touch of lover,

the soothing weight of sleeping infant soothed,

milk-breathed, dreaming–

 

my own dreams

range, joyous,

or disturbing,

a discovery, if only I don’t. . .

wake

 

to find it gone.

What was that thought,

that brilliant verse I dreamed?

That something,

that tiny beautiful thing?

 

Gone,

popped, a balloon-thought

a bubble floating off into space,

yet, a place within me

that I may find it again,

someday,

 

some nights

in November,

we eat comfort food,

cocooned in blankets

and we watch Netflix–and cats–

 

find the tiny beautiful things

that make our lives less tiny

more beautiful,

we hug our loved ones tightly

trying to protect them

 

(another shooting,

another one, we say

and shrug, tsk, another day

of more hate and evil rising–

into space–)

 

so, I long for a Star Trek world

where brave captains with moral compasses

that never flicker from True North

guide us with bravery and compassion,

never forgetting

 

who they are

and what must be done

to find the light

to sail us through the stars–

those tiny, huge, beautiful things–

 

to bring us home.

 

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Our shadows travel the ages–Dock Creek, Old City, Philadelphia

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I saw this rainbow sky over Philadelphia when we were returning home from my mom’s.

 

We saw Tiny Beautiful Things, a play based on Cheryl Strayed’s book, and adapted for stage by Nia Vardalos.  Our older daughter and her wife were in Philadelphia for a wedding, and they spent yesterday and last night with us. We watched an episode of Star Trek Voyager, and I said that I wished Captain Janeway was Earth’s leader right now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

31 thoughts on “Beautiful Things, Tiny and Huge

  1. I hold onto thoughts like this: “find the tiny beautiful things
    that make our lives less tiny
    more beautiful.” My husband has taken up photographing insects. Talk about tiny beautiful things. Many of these insects have a beauty and brilliance you can’t see with the naked eye. As for a Star Trek leader to replace what we have now, even Capt. Kirk would be a relief although Janeway or Picard would be light years better 😉

    • Thank you very much, Marie! I remember that your husband photographs insects. Some are very beautifully colored–still can’t say I’m a huge fan though. 😉
      I agree with your Star Trek captain assessment! 🙂 (Picard and Janeway are definitely my favorites.)

  2. I’ve just put on “hold” Cheryl Strayed’s Tiny, Beautiful Things. It sounds a lot different from “Wild.” We are taking a little breather this week, and I hope to find some beautiful things, tiny and large. Have a great week, Merril!

    • Hi Marian. I know of, but never read or saw Wild. It is different because it’s based on her advice column. I think you will probably like Tiny, Beautiful Things. Hope you have a great week, too.

  3. Tiny Beautiful Things is a perfect book–how wonderful that they made it into a play.

    I love the photo of the leaves too.

    Can we take yet another shooting? It seems we can, every day. (K)

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