Thank you, everyone! In our meeting yesterday, I shared that I was a little nervous to start Sunday Notes and begin posting about things I love and think about and work on beyond Hannah Arendt, and I really appreciate that the poem selections resonate. I needed the Neruda this week. Just that act of pausing.
Yep, I’m with the group. Neruda is a favorite of mine. This poem strikes a cord as I often (sometimes) count to ten in my walks or before oozing into sleep. —And now I will count to twelve (or ten) and I’ll remain in quiet stillness and I’ll disappear—.
I feel the same about the Neruda, Emily. It also inspired me to commit to take a walk everyday in November in my brisk Southwestern Ontario autumn without headphones in. When I was cycling to my yoga class I was enjoying the sun and the way much of the weekly bustle was gone from the streets and sidewalks. People were out walking but there were few cars. A gentle reminder to slow down, then I read the Neruda poem and I realized the importance of letting silence linger.
Thank you, everyone! In our meeting yesterday, I shared that I was a little nervous to start Sunday Notes and begin posting about things I love and think about and work on beyond Hannah Arendt, and I really appreciate that the poem selections resonate. I needed the Neruda this week. Just that act of pausing.
Your Sunday poem selections resonate well in these times.
how many times have we followed the wrong god home!
Yep, I’m with the group. Neruda is a favorite of mine. This poem strikes a cord as I often (sometimes) count to ten in my walks or before oozing into sleep. —And now I will count to twelve (or ten) and I’ll remain in quiet stillness and I’ll disappear—.
Thanks for this-
Lovely poems to remind us of bountiful silence.
But the Paul Simon song seems to strike a discordant note:
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows..."
Fabulous poem-offerings today, Dr. Hill. Thank you SO MUCH. That Neruda one, in particular, made me take a long deep breath...
Peace and pace to you.
I feel the same about the Neruda, Emily. It also inspired me to commit to take a walk everyday in November in my brisk Southwestern Ontario autumn without headphones in. When I was cycling to my yoga class I was enjoying the sun and the way much of the weekly bustle was gone from the streets and sidewalks. People were out walking but there were few cars. A gentle reminder to slow down, then I read the Neruda poem and I realized the importance of letting silence linger.