Friday, 18 September 2009

Spark of Spring



Last weekend we went to the park to enjoy the Spring. Above an impression of the beauty we experienced.
I enjoy getting older because eventhough there are still obstacles which put me down from time to time, I feel I am not alone anymore.  People or occasions seem to present themselves,  providing support and answers as by coincedence or synchronisity.

When you are young you think happiness is something to search for outside yourself. When you get older you start to realise that it is found inside yourself. You become more and more the person you are in essence. It's like coming home. There is no energy in pretending anymore and you start to become aware of people and beauty around you.

The following poem, I came across, gave me a spark of recognition and I loved it.
Love after love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

By Derek Walcott

20 comments:

  1. such a great feeling. right, it's like coming home. great shots, i could smell the flowers and feel the calm water. don't say your old. you don't look like one.

    i love the poem. i love your post!

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  2. I have to agree with you Marja. I enjoying getting older and not worrying about what they younger crowd worries about.

    Love the pictures. Kind of reminds me of the Spring time when it happens here. We're entering our fall season though :)

    Hope your family is well and you're enjoying life. Many many hugs sent your way.

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  3. I also find I am enjoying my older years more than my youth, I too am finding myself.

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  4. Wow, beautiful is spring there. Those flowers are so colorful n fresh.
    Dear Marja, am doing fine. Thank you.Hope you n family are doing excellent too.

    Loved the poem you posted here...true to its tone.

    Have a great weekend.

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  5. Lovely lovely pics. Wise words here too, a lovely post Marja! xx

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  6. Nice poem! Getting older is not bad as long as you are resonably healthy and mobile and sound of mind and spirit. Thanks for your visit. I know that in NZ people like to talk about the weather too!

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  7. Really nice poem.Marja!
    Your spring pictures are fantastic!Here is the nearly autunm on start...The leafs on the tree begin to be fall down and colourful.The last late summer days are really pleasant here.

    Have a nice day!

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  8. Beautiful words! Happiness does come from within! Unless you are receptive to happiness, then no amount experience will create happiness! It's all in the attitude of the mind and spirit!

    Wonderful to see you blogging again!

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  9. There is such wonderful wisdom that comes with age and I love every minute of it!

    Great photos!

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  10. Definitely! As a teenager I remember worrying about things like being too tall, my hair not looking right, or that I had to start wearing glasses while in high school.

    Now I like the fact that I'm 6 foot, 5 inches. I don't worry about hair looking right since it is falling out in at an ever increasing pace. I'd like my eyesight to bet better though, eyeglasses are a pain and I'm not a candidate for corrective eye surgery.

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  11. I am going to break ranks here because really am not enjoying growing old at all! I don't feel old enough to be old and it makes me cross!Great post though Marja!

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  12. Kia ora Marja,
    Good to see you still here from time to time and of course I treasure your visits to my place. Happy springtime to you my friend! A beautiful day here in the north island. Kia kaha.
    Aroha,
    Robb

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  13. "You become more and more the person you are in essence."

    so very well said

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  14. What a wonderful poem!

    I see you've been out and about with your camera - it's been stunning weather hasn't it?

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  15. This poem is so very wise and wonderful! Yes, we all shall return home and know it for the first time!

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  16. Lovely flowers! It looks much like that here too and it's so nice to go for a walk and take it all in!

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  17. Great pictures...and an interesting insight...:)

    You have a great day:)

    Cyrus

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  18. Hi Marja! Bedankt voor je bezoek aan Krimpen aan de Lek. De twee dorpen liggen 5 km van elkaar. Wim Sonneveld zong het liedje:" Een zwoele nacht in Krimpen aan de IJssel ..." en noemt dan ook
    " Krimpen aan de Lek, kwek, kwek ,kwek.." Ik ken het niet uit mijn hoofd, maar je kunt het bij Google op zoeken.

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  19. Beautiful photos and a great poem to go with them! Your a terrific voice for NZ - the photos alone are enough to make me want to book the next flight!

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  20. Your Spring photos are so beautiful! Lovely light effects!

    And adore the poem! Amazing how it takes age and passing time to realise that your own self is not a bad persona as is!

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