"Don't say it's the beautiful
I praise. I praise the human,
gutted and rising."
- from "Song after Sadness" by Katie Ford
I'm feeling 'less than brilliant' today. Which is a line taken from a poem from Tony Hoagland, "A Color of the Sky."Worth reading for the image of the dogwood 'losing its mind' and for the ending (spoiler alert, ha)
"It's been doing that all week:
and throwing it away,
and making more."
I read that and thought, so that's what this is then. (This blog, this life....) A chance. An attempt. After the sadness, during. To make beauty, to throw it away, so that more can be made.
Of course we are gutted. Of course we rise.