Dear Reader,
As we enter the second half of February, and approach eclipse season, there’s a sense of a slowing down only in order to speed up. I find myself as molasses these days, moving between slowness and speed, embracing temperance in all things, as I patiently anticipate spring and watch winter leave.
Yesterday, as the sun set, while I waited for three stars to appear in the evening sky, I found myself obstinately contemplating the difference between longing and yearning. Perhaps because it was Valentines Day. Perhaps because it is February. Yearning feels thin, like a tightened guitar string. There’s fear in yearning. It’s sinuous and painful to watch. I think because there’s self-abandonment in yearning. Being afraid to give something up. One holds on the only way they can and you can see their hands tearing. But longing is of love, eros, desire, that which becomes a direction point. Longing is about endurance and acceptance, holding open one’s heart to possibility. It’s thick, like possibility.
Anna Akhmatova:
Paul Celan, Corona:
Schubert’s last piano sonatas
Until soon,
Sam
Venus will appear soon, as the sunset fades, reigning over the evening sky and anticipating Spring. Cheers!
Brilliant writing....your self reflection invites the reader to do the same....