March

So many meanings to and from this word. March. And so many are contextually driven. I will not list. I will let you follow the associative wonderings of your mind. I believe I may have subjected you to this mind game in a previous March (march), and will not continue.

But there are days, and they are readily identifiable, and they are more frequent, are they not, when we shrug? Where I wonder and why? is my guiding principle as I compose these posts. These days often I wonder, why do I wonder? I will leave you to ponder wonder and to wonder if pondering wondering is worth.. or, on a more hopeful note, why do I wonder, why do I wonder where and why do I wonder why? There is something somewhere the exploration of which does not bring regret. I trust this.

The tulip poplar that I love in its March garb. We are, are we not, raw in March, march?

Although beauty that preceded human bodily existence remains despite human bodily imposition through the access of human mind on this beauty; this beauty that enables us to breathe, to swallow, to grow, to wander, to, well, inspires us to sing, to dance, to float, to dream, to wonder. And I have faith that this beauty can outlast our imprint, it will not be, as it has not been without pain and great diminishment.

Why do we not see that when we reach beyond the delightful stretch of ourself, when we stretch to exceed ourself, as if we had created ourself and are responsible to our self alone, and are the only authority over our self alone, and ourself is free by dint of being to be wherever we choose, whenever, mindless of the diminishment by some acts by, by many thoughts held by, our self to any and all that is not our self, that we are the damage we intend to protect our self against.

The very word, against, makes me tremble. I feel remorse.

It assumes and thus, empowers, enmity. Can there be something better? Can there be something appearing once again, that is better?

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Here is a poem I would like to share

Thunder

It is the animals beginning to return
over the soft belly of the earth.

They have walked a long time
under the same sky with no country,

the dark stream of their bodies rising
into the wind. And they remember

exactly the way, their long shadows
stretching now into the fields,

into the rivers while we watch all day
from our windows, what we thought

was weather or the world in her fever
shaking up on the cleared hill,

a certain thunder gathering underfoot.
Do you not hear it yet?

Look at that man listening.
Something in him is waking up.

This poem is from A Quarter of an Hour which is a book of poems by Leanne O’Sullivan published in 2018

Author: Kate Hemenway

I like to explore, to observe. I like to be within what is around. There is always something to wonder about and to ponder. There is always something.. My favorite ways to get to places are bicycling and walking; or reading, or thinking, or asking. Please feel free to ask back, as I continue to wonder out loud, express joy or concern, or, sometimes, talk through my hat.

One thought on “March”

  1. Kate—

    As usual, you have written some mind-stretching thoughts here . . . and, as usual, my mind stretches far enough to understand some of them but not all. No problem: even those are good for me!

    I admit that the third-from-last paragraph (“Why do we not see . . .”) is one that I do not grasp. That’s just me.

    I like the tree photo and words. You have helped me appreciate trees for the first time in my life.

    As March marches on toward April and spring, as military forces march on against each other, as the evil one continues marching around on planet earth, seeking whom he can devour, as the march of time brings us closer to our relocation to the place where time shall be no more, thanks be to God for all that is good and beautiful—including your thought-provoking blog!

    On Sat, Mar 26, 2022 at 4:37 PM whereIwonder&why wrote:

    > Kate Hemenway posted: ” So many meanings to and from this word. March. And > so many are contextually driven. I will not list. I will let you follow the > associative wonderings of your mind. I believe I may have subjected you to > this mind game in a previous March (march), and will” >

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