Monday Morning Musings:
Songs of ancient glowing flow
from stars to river,
the moon hums sweet and slow–
the language of clouds and light
and shadow-shapes, the drape
of flowered branches, the white-winged flight
of egret, and the honking geese–
all these feathered things—the sight
of nature, calm, at peace.
We dream as the moon sings
wake to talk in bright sunbeams
of family, books, and everything
mostly trivial, perhaps profound–
in hindsight are we any wiser,
than those underground?
We venerate them, heroes and saints—
but none are perfect
and whitewashed history paints
such a lovely story.
Forget the horror, remember
But reflections from the past—see?
The world circles. We’ve been here before—
Look at the glass, remember that tree.
So much different and yet the same–
our lives, the city—still,
we’re glad we came.
This was a strange week—stormy weather and tornado watch on Thursday. Then the weather was beautiful. For anyone who is keeping track, I finished the history chapter I was writing (Sex in Eighteenth-century Philadelphia) and sent it off to the editors on Saturday. That afternoon, my husband and I walked around Old City Philadelphia for the first time since the pandemic. I bought some spices at the new Penzey’s store, and we went to Tria for wine and cheese, which became dinner. I kept saying walking around the city was strange–different and the same.
Merril’s Movie Club: We watched three movies this week. Cousins (Netflix) a story of three Maori women who are cousins. It’s a story of family being separated and found again. We both liked it, and of course, New Zealand is beautiful. There are similarities to the treatment of indigenous people in the US and Canada. We also watched A Call to Spy, based on the true story of women who were spies in WWII. We both liked this one, too. It’s a story that most people do not know about. My favorite movie of the three was The Fare (2018, free with Amazon Prime), a pretty much unknown low-budget indie film. It looks and has the feel of an old Twilight Zone episode. Harris, the cab driver picks up Penny. There’s an instant connection (these two actors definitely have chemistry), and then she disappears. We discover they’re repeating this loop over and over. But this is not Groundhog Day. To say more would spoil it, but it’s a unique take, and we both really liked it. Derrick will be pleased to know we ordered a ton of Indian food last night, and we’ll be eating leftovers tonight.