Edward Estlin Cummings (October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962) was a poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. He wrote approximately 2,900 poems, two autobiographical novels, four plays and several essays, and also produced numerous drawings and paintings. He attended Harvard and developed an interest in modern poetry which ignored conventional grammar and syntax.
Many poems are prayers, and this is surely one.
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any — lifted from the no
of all nothing — human merely being
doubt unimaginably You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
About Terri Crosby — I live in the Blue Ridge Mountains with Eric, my partner of 15 years, two cats and a dog, and as many flowers and vegetables as I can plant. I love really good food, good friends, good relationships!
SO many relationship-ish concepts, so little time.
But here’s one that matters. And it matters BIG.
It has to do with how you perceive your partner, child, family member.
No surprise there, you say, but what else?
Here’s the question of the day.
As my friend, my mother, my partner, my whoever — Can you see me in this moment as I am now, or are you thinking I’m the same as last time we talked or were together?
How you see me guides our relationship.
How you perceive me shapes our relationship.
How you perceive me governs what you see, therefore what you believe, therefore what you expect, therefore what you create, therefore what you have.
How you see me is what you get from me.
That’s a BIG deal.
Here are more ways to say this idea:
Are you curious? And open? Are you in this new moment with me? Or do you think you already know me?
Do you know me, see me, and hear me right now? Or are you holding me in the place I was 5 days ago, or 3 years ago, or yesterday or a minute ago?
Do you see me as my yesterday self, my last year self, or can you leave all that behind, so that I can as well?
Why bring then into now, unless you liked then?
Are you assuming I’m the same as I was or have been or are you assuming I’m an evolving being?
If you hold me to what I used to be, or see me as I used to be, can you understand how it might be more difficult to be seen — around you — for who I am now, who I’ve become?
Am I — the new and ever-evolving me — visible to you? As in this quote from a poem by e e cummings: “… now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.”
Think about these things and have a holy cow, a-ha, wow kind of week. Let me know what happens! How did you see newly?
About Terri Crosby — I live in the Blue Ridge Mountains with Eric, my partner of 14 years, two cats and a dog, and as many flowers and vegetables as I can plant. I love really good food, good friends, good relationships!
That’s a quote from e.e. cummings, and it’s true about our weather now. Yesterday, we barely made it up the hill and it’s supposed to start to rain….more.
My car will make you smile. Take a look.
Beautiful, don't you think?
My car used to be all shiny when I lived in Southern California.
I’m thinking mud facials, mud baths, mud parties…
And if it’s not the mud this winter, it’s the wind and the snow — the most snow in 10 years — and the biting cold, the unusual temperatures for Asheville — it’s the coldest it has been in 30 years.
Wow — I moved here from sunny California just in time to enjoy it all.
As I write now, the winds are high, and the gusts are heaving huge rows of leafless trees to the left…..pause and re-group… and then to the left again. The wind is whistling.
It’s quite the winnie the pooh kind of blustery day!
It reminds us all, in case we should possibly forget, that Mother Nature is always in charge.
This is the daily reminder that I wanted from her. This is why I moved to the mountains.
You’re broken down and tired Of living life on a merry go round And you can’t find the fighter But I see it in you so we gonna walk it out And move mountains We gonna walk it out And move mountains
And I’ll rise up I’ll rise like the day I’ll rise up I’ll rise unafraid I’ll rise up And I’ll do it a thousand times again And I’ll rise up High like the waves I’ll rise up In spite of the ache I’ll rise up And I’ll do it a thousand times again
For you For you For you For you
When the silence isn’t quiet And it feels like it’s getting hard to breathe And I know you feel like dying But I promise we’ll take the world to its feet And move mountains Bring it to its feet And move mountains
And I’ll rise up I’ll rise like the day I’ll rise up I’ll rise unafraid I’ll rise up And I’ll do it a thousand times again
For you For you For you For you
All we need, all we need is hope And for that we have each other And for that we have each other And we will rise We will rise We’ll rise, oh, oh We’ll rise
I’ll rise up Rise like the day I’ll rise up In spite of the ache I will rise a thousand times again And we’ll rise up High like the waves We’ll rise up In spite of the ache We’ll rise up And we’ll do it a thousand times again
During this strange time in history, I noticed y’all were tackling all sorts of interesting projects. I decided I needed one, too—something positive to remember the pandemic of 2020 by.
I decided to pay attention to something I had abandoned…
Nope, I’m not cleaning my garage. I am not organizing one single thing. I’m not planting a garden or cleaning up my yard.
Instead, I decided to take care of myself better. This, folks, has made all the difference for me.
With relatively little time and effort on my part, I feel so much better than I did a month ago.
On March 30, I got on the exercise bike and the yoga mat for the first time in a long time, and did 30 minutes each. I liked it so much that I decided to do it every day. But I fell short of that, and changed my commitment to every other day, which felt more manageable, reasonable, and doable.
I also get off the bike after every song, take a couple of sips of water, shake out my legs and arms for a few seconds, and get back on. This makes the bike project a reasonable proposition, too.
Daily walks of any length—by myself, or with my little guy, Jackson—are a fresh air bonus.
My recumbent exercise bike has pulleys to work my upper body while I pedal, which gets my heart rate up fast, and also helps my whole-body strength. It feels good to get up from writing, or doing a consulting session with a client, to do something physically challenging while listening to good music.
After only a month, I feel a sheet of muscles on the front of me I haven’t felt for a very, very long time. Goodness gracious. Who knew they were there. I’ll be posting rippling ab photos soon, I’m sure.
I have no idea what the scales have to say about my bike/yoga project—I don’t care. Paying attention to scales tends to send me sideways, and therefore, I’m ignoring them completely.
But—I LOVE the way I feel! Hang in there, everyone.