What a glorious day, weather was absolutely gorgeous. I got to work in the garden with my kids and help a Temple University complete her project in broadcast journalism (more on that later). Then a wonderful walk in our neighborhood and more family time, before dinner with my wife in an intimate restaurant. (Not to mention the 4-in-a-row homers by my Red Sox against Yanks.) And tomorrow, I'm off to Boulder, Colorado.
Consequently, I won't have an opportunity to do my usual 10 thoughts for Earth Day. Instead, I'll leave you with a poem of mine, "Healing," which recently appeared in The Elegant Thorn Review:
"Healing, not saving." ~ Gary Snyder
"Healing, not saving," for healing
indicates corrective, reclaiming
restoring the earth to its bounty,
to right placement and meaning--
Forward thinking, making things new
or better or, at least, bringing back
from the edge. The way
bulbs are nestled in earth,
starting to heal again--
the way a wound heals.
Keep warm. Sun following
rain; rain following drought.
Perhaps we have come far enough
along in this world to start
healing, protecting from harm,
from our disjunctive lives.
The way the skin repairs with a scab,
injury mediated by mindfulness.
The bark of the "tree of blood"
heals wounds we cannot see.
Deliver us from the time of trial
and save us from ourselves.
--Scott Edward Anderson
Another of my poems was posted today on poet Deborah Fries' new Good at Last blog: "Dead Red Wing."