I've basically got nothing going on in my head again today. Best I can come up with is: One's perspective on almost anything makes a world of difference in how you see/experience it.
Today was Bastille Day (well, yesterday by the time this is posted). I have a friend who married a French Count. Some years back, not thinking much about it, I rather blithely wished her and her husband "Happy Bastille Day." She pointed out to me that for her husband's family it's a day of mourning, some of them having been beheaded. Life is strange indeed.
Here's a poem for today. If you stretch logic, you can apply it to the subject of perspective. My grandfather was profoundly cruel to my mother. He beat her, he demeaned her. Pretty much everyone but me was afraid of him. I don't know why I wasn't... or why he was kinder to me than to most. Life is strange.
My Grandfather's ShadowMy Grandfather's shadow has many facesSome I have never seenLoom darklyIn tales of times before my life was formedRage and rail at inner foesStrike out at children he may have lovedBut did not understandMy Grandfather's shadow has many facesWhich never smileWhich carry sadness in their eyesFor something lost or unrememberedMy Grandfather's shadowWould have cried, maybe, in other daysAnd not compressed his sorrow into balls of rageNor flung them indiscriminately at those he lovedMy Grandfather's shadow has many facesOne of which loved meAs I him- Katherine E. Rabenau
Some things I'm grateful for today:
- bunny sighting
- clean litter box
- water
- wonderful aromas
- noses
- friends and neighbors
I'm sorry about today's post. I'm falling asleep at my desk and I just can't get my brain to focus enough to make sense.
HAVE A GREAT DAY!
2 comments:
Nice thoughts, thank you for sharing! I think I´ll start posting what I´m grateful of as well, it´s such a good reminder!
My father was quite cruel to my mother, hit her, demeaned her, etc. Yet, to his friends, he was a fantastic bloke and everyone loved him. Weird what goes on behind closed doors. I was very afraid of him as a child and his shadow is still long even now (he's been dead since 1996). I'm grateful for much - not having to be afraid of him, for one. I liked your poem very much.
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