Sometimes, sometimes I think forgiveness — or release from being consumed by something that went wrong — is nothing but zooming out. Finally letting in more details. More of the map. More history. More feelings. More missed connections. A bigger swatch of the story, so that the scales don’t feel tilted in one way or another quite so much anymore. So that “Why???” is finally answered. And it isn’t that one or the other of us is just bad.
Maybe forgiveness isn’t even the right word for what happens then. Maybe it’s understanding.
If I were putting compiling a poetry anthology, these are some of the poems that would be in it:
The City Limits by A. R. Ammons
Starfish by Eleanor Lerman
The Uses of Sorrow by Mary Oliver
Routine Disruption by Kenward Elmslie
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
The Faces at Braga by David Whyte
Lost by David Whyte
Self Portrait by David Whyte
Love After Love by Derek Walcott
The Wild Geese by Wendell Berry
Navajo War God’s Horse Song (audio)
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake
“I will speak to you in stone-language…” from “Duration” by Octavio Paz
Poem by Langston Hughes
Kidspace has several places for kids to splash in the water.
My favorite spot is up the hill in the very back.
There are two ponds, connected by a stream.
At the top, there’s a water wheel.
Every few minutes, water pours off the corrugated metal roof and turns the wheel.
There’s a pond with fish and plants right behind the water wheel. It’s just for looking at.
But everywhere else is a free-for-all of kids! They climb in and splash around and walk up and down the stream. The only rule is that you have to keep your shoes on, even under water.
I was careful not to take pictures of any kids, but it was hard! Even on slow Tuesday afternoon.
Kelp forest at the California Science Center.
What are these foxes saying?
A week or two ago I had insomnia and I saw a link to these fly by on Facebook at about 3:00 a.m. Even in my fuzzy state I was pretty sure that I would not be ordering this shirt if it were the middle of the day, but in the dining room by the glow of the computer screen, it felt right.
And now I really like it. And I’m starting to think I should order all our clothes in the middle of the night.
My little one points to the animals and says what sound they make, including the foxes. He also does not refuse to wear it. I think he likes it, too.
We went to Camp de Benneville Pines with Santa Monica’s Unitarian Universalist church. It’s up near Big Bear in the San Bernardino Mountains.
We spent as much time as we could outside.
The air smelled good.
Granite was everywhere.
We played with lots of dirt and gravel.
We made s’mores. We played in the stream. We ate and sang and took long naps and lots of pictures. We visited with friends and got to know acquaintances better.