{"id":956,"date":"2007-11-06T00:46:00","date_gmt":"2007-11-06T00:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=956"},"modified":"2014-10-01T03:30:52","modified_gmt":"2014-10-01T03:30:52","slug":"fall-pond","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=956","title":{"rendered":"Fall pond"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Long Afternoon at the Edge of Sister Pond
<\/em>
As for life,
I’m humbled,
I’m without words
sufficient to say<\/p>\n

how it has been hard as flint,
and soft as a spring pond,
both of these
and over and over,<\/p>\n

and long pale afternoons besides,
and so many mysteries
beautiful as eggs in a nest,
still unhatched<\/p>\n

though warm and watched over
by something I have never seen –
a tree angel, perhaps,
or a ghost of holiness.<\/p>\n

Every day I walk out into the world
to be dazzled, then to be reflective.
It suffices, it is all comfort –
along with human love,<\/p>\n

dog love, water love, little-serpent love,
sunburst love, or love for that smallest of birds
flying among the scarlet flowers.
There is hardly time to think about<\/p>\n

stopping, and lying down at last
to the long afterlife, to the tenderness
yet to come, when
time will brim over the singular pond, and become forever,<\/p>\n

and we will pretend to melt away into the leaves.
As for death,
I can’t wait to be the hummingbird,
can you?<\/p>\n

Mary Oliver, from Owls and Other Fantasies<\/em> <\/a><\/p>\n

With time enough for a long walk in the woods and a visit to this hidden pond, my mind quiets with thoughts of the edges where things spill into each other and become their opposites. Looking at things inside and out there is no concern for success or failure or how to make things permanent. Every moment is the perfect moment. Joy is elusive and disappears as we approach, and oftentimes the distance feels enormous and the effort overwhelming. Yet, joy waits, and longs to accompany us.<\/p>\n

I try each day to find some means of joy or comfort or delight. My delight today was in the reflections of fall color in this little pond in the woods. Where was yours?<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Long Afternoon at the Edge of Sister PondAs for life,I’m humbled,I’m without wordssufficient to say how it has been hard as flint,and soft as a spring pond,both of theseand over and over, and long pale afternoons besides,and so many mysteriesbeautiful as eggs in a nest,still unhatched though warm and watched overby something I have never … Continue reading Fall pond<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3385,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9,8],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/956"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=956"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/956\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3385"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=956"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=956"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=956"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}