Heart Reading … Day 18
Thank the good creator for forests!
This is both a declaration and an invocation.
As a sensitive person who is 2.5 weeks into this daily practice of heart reading, I started this week exhausted from a busy weekend and a bit disconnected from my heart. It may not have been wise to attempt a heart reading so early on a Monday but I felt it was in order. I took the dogs out, did a bit of work, and then took a nap.
There has been a crew of people nearby using very loud machinery all day — to the point where my nerves were grating on edge (and they started up again just now). I took my bicycle to a forest and found the most wonderful trail to ride on. Sitting there, away from the cacophony of human doing — where only the occasional rise of beetle stridulation could be heard — I was able to regain the peace imbued by the ancient pines.
Unfortunately I could not stay in that spot all day.
Despite the improperly formatted line spacing here, I offer Emily’s poem that speaks to my heart today:
The Soul has Bandaged moments —
When too appalled to stir —
She feels some ghastly Fright come up
And stop to look at her —
Salute her — with long fingers —
Caress her freezing hair —
Sip, Goblin, from the very lips
The Lover — hovered — o’er —
Unworthy, that a thought so mean
Accost a Theme — so — fair —
The soul has moments of Escape —
When bursting all the doors —
She dances like a Bomb, abroad,
And swings upon the Hours. …
The Soul’s retaken moments —
When, Felon, led along,
With shackles on the plumed feet,
And staples, in the Song,
The Horror welcomes her, again,
These, are not brayed of Tongue —