rain, destinations, and twilight

It is was just rainy enough this morning to wear the wonderful Hunter rain boots Abi got me a year ago, along with my favorite Lighthouse jacket.  The sun is poking its face out ever so gently now.  Three thoughts on this Friday morning, as has become customary. 

1.  I had a great breakfast with a colleague earlier this week.  The discussion spanned theology, life, and a relatively minor legal dispute between our respective clients.  After our meal, we each took a different exit out of the restaurant to the parking lot where we found that we were parked directly across from one another.  He commented with a laugh that we'd taken different paths to get to the same place. Thus, perhaps, innocently summing up all good theology.

2. This holiday season I am increasingly aware of the gift of new perspectives.  Of the unrelenting task of growth, rebirth, and passage.  How the magic of this process is anti-dogmatic.  What liberation there is in this possibility. 

3.  A new poet.  At least to me.  Spending some time with the poet diplomat Ricardo Eliecer Neftali Reyes Bosoalto (known to most as Pablo Neruda).  A small excerpt from his lovely writing here:  

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountaintops.

Sometimes a piece of sun 
burned like a coin between my hands. 

I remembered you with my soul clenched 

in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then? 
Who else was there?
Saying what? 
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am feeling sad and feel you are far away? 

The book fell that is always turned to at twilight
and my cape rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
towards where the twilight goes erasing statutes. 

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