Susan's Thursday morning note March 24, 2011 "Dear March" by Emily Dickinson. Poem on Wind.
Good morning! It’s the chilling cold that demands a warm cup of perfect coffee. It’s the “curse the weatherman” week (we know it’s all his fault). If we can all burrow for another week, we might all come out of this cold, overcast, heavy darkness that March is still lending to us. I found a beautiful poem by Emily Dickinson – excitedly greeting her guest, March, as he breathlessly enters her warm home. She is so ready to have him sit and to share with him all her stories of the previous season. I love her wording – so playful and talkative. She immediately tells him his fault of taking the beauty with him – her frustration with him. So easy to picture her ranting to him!
Dear March by Emily Dickinson Dear March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat– You must have walked– How out of breath you are! Dear March, how are you? And the rest? Did you leave Nature well? Oh, March, come right upstairs with me, I have so much to tell! I got your letter, and the birds’; The maples never knew That you were coming,–I declare, How red their faces grew! But, March, forgive me– And all those hills You left for me to hue; There was no purple suitable, You took it all with you. Who knocks? That April! Lock the door! I will not be pursued! He stayed away a year, to call When I am occupied. But trifles look so trivial As soon as you have come, That blame is just as dear as praise And praise as mere as blame.
We don’t want April knocking yet – we beg March to drop his hat & come in. We are ready for spring’s company…if he will just knock! Good-bye to the visitor of winter who is over-staying his welcome, we have a new guest arriving – spring!!! So far, for 43 years, spring has eventually showed up, albeit suddenly & inconspicuously, but never failing to knock. Hang in there!
I so hope you can run to the store soon. You’ll disappear into the used bookstore. We’ll brew the coffee when you can escape your reality. I hope I’m there when you come by, but if not, please always know how much your support means to our life and business. We have the constant choice to rework our goals and our minds…constant being the key word. Tonight we will write mentally on our epitaph…words that can’t be taken away on how we will use today’s minutes. Choices. Time. So incredibly fast. Read books that influence us, spend time with our children, get up early when it’s silent. Let go of what we’ve done that we regret in the past. Realize we still have the ability to choose how we live our future. Our choices. And, don’t forget – extra filler in our coffee. The little things that get us through! Susan
Latin for this week: ver, veris: spring, the production of spring nascor nasci natus: to be born, spring forth.