To Be Alive

What is it like

To Be Alive

in this perfectly imperfect world? There are probably an infinity of answers to that question. But I prefer a poetic answer that touched me this week.

I subscribe to daily poems by poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer and I was struck by this poem that I received this week. Reading it made me feel more alive and aware of everything around me.

Naming What Makes a Good Day

There’s a moment when I’m touched
by the sky inside the sky, the song
inside the song, the apple inside the apple.

It’s as if each bit of the world is itself,
only more so, and it reaches in
to trace the scaffolding of my life,

charging me with its utter purity,
its incontestable presence, as if to say
This, this is what it is to be alive,

and I hum with it, pulse with it,
glow with the wonder of it—
Rain. Rhubarb. Sand. Blood.

This. This. This. This.
This. This. This.

   — Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

I invite you to think about how it feels to be alive in this wonderfully imperfect world. Have a beautiful day and a beautiful weekend friends!

May you walk in beauty.

Note: Photos today are fun with iPhone photos that I changed to toned black and white, combined with different texture files in Photoshop and using different blend modes to achieve different affects