Stillness and more patient spiders

It has been raining. Which is lovely. The fire is on everyday and we are making stews and soups. The veggie patch has spinach, broadbeans, cabbage and cauliflower growing. It all went in a bit late so we could be eating our veg in spring. Or not at all, if the slugs have it their way. But I love looking out at the wet ground and striving seedlings.

I reread one of my favourite poems by Walt Whitman the other day.

I love it because it brings me some hope. It brings me hope that what I’m doing is not just mucking around when I should be doing something Important or Sensible. No, what I’m actually doing is launching forth filament, filament, filament until something holds.

I hope your days have moments of musing and venturing.

A noiseless Patient Spider.

A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

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