Thursday, November 25, 2010
Up in the hills above Wilbur Hot Springs one late December, it was verifiable—I was in two places at once.
“Along the ridge top, after a hard climb, I walked
to where the rainstorm began, stood for awhile
with one foot on either side, straddling
the boundary of weather, proving, that in fact
you can be in two places at the same time.”
Though it’s early morning yet, and I’m sitting alone in our living room in front of the fire, where I’d be no matter the direction in which this day would take us, I know I’ll be in more than one place at at time all day long.
Often, as I think I’ve mentioned, at least a dozen times, no matter where I am, I’m also at Jacks Peak. The forest has taken up residence inside me. After I’ve gotten the turkey securely in the oven, but before the cranberry sauce has been placed in my mother’s crystal bowl and before folding the napkins, I’ll be out in the forest, for sure.
Today, there’s another place where I will also be, with great longing: the home of Michael’s parents, the place where we won’t be, the place we’ve celebrated Thanksgiving each year, either on the actual day or a couple of days later, every year since Michael and I fell in love. But not this time. Michael’s father is too ill for a house full of guests. The forest lives inside me and, lately, today, most greatly, sadness has taken up house, too.
Lucky us, my dear friend, Roxane, her husband, Manny and their two daughters, Margo and Ella, and our neighbor, Tammy will sit down in our sunroom with us.
But if Michael and I look out into some vague middle distance, we’ll be remembering last year and the year before that, and so on and on, standing, not the boundary of weather, but the boundary of time and place.
Yesterday, Margo and Ella came over to write a Thanksgiving Poem-Prayer for our meal, which Ella titled, “Ready for the Sparkling Ground: The Margo, Ella, Patrice Thank You Poem.”
The final two stanzas go like this:
"Thank you for my weaving and roses
and daisies and dandelions,
a horse and a house and a tree,
stars and sunlight.
Thank you for everything
and all of us together."
Posted by Patrice Vecchione at 6:01 AM