Tuesday, January 6, 2015

I Might See An Angel At The Movies

I had plans to finally see Wild this afternoon.  Then it snowed over night and it's bone cold outside and I started getting lost in the stack of fabulous new books in my warm and cozy house.  I am reluctant to admit how easily I'm derailed, but there you have it.  Then I happed upon this Mary Oliver poem from Blue Horses:

You might see an angel anytime
and anywhere. Of course you have
to open your eyes to a kind of
second level, but it's not really
hard. The whole business of
what's reality and what isn't has
never been solved and probably
never will be. So I don't care to
be too definitive about anything.
I have a lot of edges called Perhaps
and almost nothing you can call
Certainty. For myself, but not
for other people. That's a place
you just can't get into, not
entirely anyway, other people's
I'll leave you with this.
I don't care how many angels can
dance on the head of a pin. It's
enough to know that for some people
they exist, and that they dance.

I'm easily sidetracked, but also quick to set straight.  I decided I'm going to see Wild after all.  I miss my Mom, I need a good cry and also to know I'm not alone in my grief and sorrow.