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That it will never come again | Emily Dickinson

I was working today feeling tired and numb (Friday), and decided to stroll outside for a break. I found balm in the weather: a clear blue sky, buildings bathed in sunshine, shady trees and a cool breeze. I just stood there for a while, enjoying the moment.

An attractive lady was approaching  and I said hello. She answered and asked me how I was doing. Her smile was as bright as the sunshine, so I said, “Much better now that you are here”.  She thanked me and I mentioned the weather. She agreed as she sauntered away.

About half an hour later I came back out and there was a change. Same weather but not quite the same feeling —  due to the position of the sun perhaps. That moment will never come again, I thought. And I remembered Emily Dickinson’s poem:

That it will never come again

Is what makes life so sweet.

Believing what we don’t believe

Does not exhilarate.

That if it be, it be at best

An ablative estate —

This instigates an appetite

Precisely opposite.

Poets have a way of “seeing” life as it is. Don’t you think?

Emily Dickinson

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10 Responses

  1. Rio; I was feeling bah on Friday too and I decided to join the birds and see what they are singing about.
    “Only skydivers know why the birds sing.” and now I know why too.

    I liked you post and especially the part about the human interaction, I find this to be most important if one is to experience life to it’s fullest.

    Cheers Lou

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  2. Thanks Lou! I was not able to see your skydiving video. Somehow it stops and refuses to continue.

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  3. Hey… I added a link in my blog roll back to you, duh..
    I’m brain dead at timers.
    Keep writing and pushing this great blog!
    I love you man!
    Be Well !!
    Lou

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  4. Hey Lou! Thanks again. I was able to see your video at last. And the link you sent me works much better. Looks like fun, so I plan to post it soon.
    In mindfulness…

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  5. Love love love anyone who reads himself/herself into an Emily Dickinson poem.

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  6. Thanks Lois. I loved your blog so I subscribed. She was awake, wasn’t she?

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  7. Wow! thanks so much! have scribed here as well

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  8. You are welcome. If you want me to change the title to your link in my blogroll please let me know.

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  9. Hi, I stumbled upon this post. And I guess I’m gonna have to linger for some good read. Kudos!

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  10. Thanks Iya! Spread the word.

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