Seasonal Lethargy or Something Else?

October 21, 2016

Sunrise through trees

Sunrise through trees

I wish I could tell you that I have been absent from this website because I have been engrossed in a great project or off traveling to some exotic destination.  But no.  I have no excuses.  I seem to have sunk into a kind of lethargy.  The days pass and I have no sketches, paintings, writings,  nor photographs to show for this passing time.

My friend Bonnie sent me this poem, which is an affirming way to consider my down time:

by David Whyte

When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.
It’s time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.
There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your home
The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.
You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.


6 Responses to “Seasonal Lethargy or Something Else?”

  1. Eileen Says:

    Believe it or not, Rosemary, you have been doing something. Maybe you haven’t been doing your usual things, but what you have been doing is taking a break and rebooting yourself. Sometimes your mind and body need that rest, and that is an important something to do. Listen to your body and be kind to yourself. Enjoy the break! Blessings!

  2. kittybluhm Says:

    Thanks for posting this, Rosemary. Such familiar territory.

  3. I look forward to your next season of photography! It will come. You just may be experiencing a spiritual winter. We all need time to rest and reset. Often we return to life with a different perspective.

  4. Anne Timlick Says:

    Rosemary, your tender disclosure today encouraged me, as well as David Whyte’s poem and the comments above

  5. Adrienne Massel Says:

    this poem was on writers almanac today. how apropos.

    Some days you have to turn off the news
    and listen to the bird or truck
    or the neighbor screaming out her life.
    You have to close all the books and open
    all the windows so that whatever swirls
    inside can leave and whatever flutters
    against the glass can enter. Some days
    you have to unplug the phone and step
    out to the porch and rock all afternoon
    and allow the sun to tell you what to do.
    The whole day has to lie ahead of you
    like railroad tracks that drift off into gravel.
    Some days you have to walk down the wooden
    staircase through the evening fog to the river,
    where the peach roses are closing,
    sit on the grassy bank and wait for the two geese.

    “Some Days” by Philip Terman from Our Portion. © Autumn House Press, 2015.

  6. Carl Gansen Says:

    One of Them Days

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