7.16.2011

The Storm Before the Calm

I've been up since four with a thunderstorm, the moving to-do list running through my head, thoughts of leave-takings that once were theoretical becoming actual, wondering what it will be like to live in the absence of thunderstorms.

The movers come on Monday. No, I am not ready.

This week, a friend sent me a poem by William Stafford called "The Way It Is." Here's a bit of it:

There is a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn't change.

The poem ends in the imperative:

You don't ever let go of the thread.

Well, I'm wondering: Can I have two threads? Mine have always been just what this blog is about: family (which, for me, also includes dear friends) and writing. As one life begins to fall away and another begins to unfold, I'm just going to hang on to my threads and believe that all will be well.

I'll be back here when we resurface on the edge of the continent. Until then...

6 comments:

Sandy Longhorn said...

Love the thread image. Hang on tight and we'll be here when you get to the other side. :)

Gerry said...

Just reporting in to let you know that this end of one of those threads is tied securely to the dock at the Day Park on Torch Lake. The Cowboy is keeping a close eye on it, and Miss Sadie is keeping an eye on the Cowboy. Safe trip.

drew said...

One of my favorite poems.

Hang on Molly!

xo

Ms. WK said...

I miss you already.

Molly said...

Molly - it is lonely here in Minnesota without you. I am embarassed to say that I have not kept up with your blog. Because I was thinking about you all day today, it dawned on my tonight - HEY- she has a blog! and here I am. I have spent the past hour reading and reading. It's wonderful, lovely, just so you.
Molly

minga said...

Missing your writing. Hope you return soon.