“Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold”
And ,yes, he was right.
Only a poets heart
could spin out the Truth of Everything
In just two lines
And then the ultimate fate of that truth,
” Nothing gold can stay”
So with one of my very first favorite poems
I awake to the message that has always been there…
That the gold in life is rare and fickle,
Spontaneous and elusive. Even hard to recognize when right in front of you.
But only a fool would pass up the golden opportunity that comes unexpected and late
In ones life.
Especially when she has spent most of her lifetime denying the possibility of it
ever existing in her own. And that gold is in the form of being in Love, with a man,
With life again, and the promise of adventure!
So..Damn the Torpedoes, thars gold in them hills, and This goldilocks has Bear spray!
This was written by me in 2014.
Three years later, I have realized over and over again, how truly lucky I have been to have Larry and travel the states in our Airstream, with our salty dog Rex.
The true weight of suffering that so many of us feel as a part of this world can spin you around and suck the joy out of you so fast if you don’t recognize it and then do what you can. But from a person who wandered most of her life in a depression induced fog,
I can now say this: Rare and fickle, spontaneous or elusive. I see it now. The golden hue of life. The aura that is a positive life force. The halo that is love. And, lastly, but not least…the radiance that is our sentient planet.
And it is Beautiful beyond description.