My beloved--and I can't say how very much she is be-loved to me--Stephanie Schamess sent me this poem by Wislawa Szymborska for my birthday today. It's a big birthday--as all birthdays are.
We live in a world where life is still inestimable and, unable to count it, we account is as cheap. We live in a world despoiled, corrupted, persistent, contested, impossible to fathom, vulnerable to misery and seemingly impermeable and indestructible due to its very precarity, its very fluidity, its very unknowing unknowableness. But we live. And some of us really know how to do just that.
|Thimble maker Dan Riccio.|
May you find your depths in the little bit of deep you hold in your hand today. I'm off for another swim. See you on the next shore.
[image courtesy of Daniel Riccio Thimbles]