do i truly want anything?
the question sounds incomplete
do i truly want anything more than … ? that doesn’t sound right either. perhaps: what do i want more than anything? there. but better yet:
do i want?
simpler and to the point. almost as unanswerable as what do you want me to do for you? not for anyone else, but for you. so, I dig deeper to
what is the secret desire of my soul?
want | ˈwȯnt also ˈwänt and ˈwənt
i struggled between first person and third
over and over, and revised the above a few times. but the question makes more sense this way, personal as it is. i like to move (inside) yet be still (outside).
reminds me of one of my favorite poems
She is as in a field a silken tent
at midday when a sunny summer breeze
has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
so that in guys it gently sways at ease,
and its supporting central cedar pole,
that is its pinnacle to heavenward
and signifies the sureness of the soul,
seems to owe naught to any single cord,
but strictly held by none, is loosely bound
by countless silken ties of love and thought
to everything on earth the compass round,
and only by one’s going slightly taut
in the capriciousness of summer air
is of the slightlest bondage made aware.
ROBERT FROST — LOVELY, ISN’T IT?
a few phrases are chapter titles in Like A Blue Thread
o! i haven’t answered the question, and more keep popping up, but i must run — may come back to it
have been wanting to post about the gardens since summer — last post was in july!!! and we had great tomato and vegetable crops, as well as intensely prolific dahlias! but for some reason i have not been able to wrap my thoughts around the garden.
must do so soon, as i signed up for a harrowing gardening class this winter
