Kisses are a Better Fate Than Wisdom

It's the birthday of E. E. Cummings today. I wouldn't normally know that, but The Writer's Almanac for today said so. The first four lines of one of his poems were shared, and I found them so moving, so descriptive of my marriage, that I wanted to read the poem in its entirety. I have shared it below. When I realized my husband cared more about whether my grammar was correct than what I was attempting to express, I knew something was very wrong.

[since feeling is first]

since feeling is first

who pays any attention

to the syntax of things

will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool

while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,

and kisses are a better fate

than wisdom

lady I swear by all flowers. Don't cry

--the best gesture of my brain is less than

your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then

laugh, leaning back in my arms

for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

Occam's Razor

The simplest explanation, or in this case, solution, usually is the best one. I never did need a time machine though my angst in that moment suggested it was a perfectly reasonable thing to want to procure. Sometimes it takes only a moment of clarity to find your way back to where you want to be. It's as easy as clicking your heels together and whispering there's no place like home. And it's interesting that my enlightenment took place this week after a morning of having my eyes poked and prodded by numerous optical professionals. Seeing well with my eyes is terribly important and I took measures this week to make sure that continues. Seeing clearly with my intuition and insight required some tweaking as well. Like the dilation drops placed in my eyes letting in the bright light of day, my change of heart and mind also welcomed in the light. Feels good to know that the only thing I need to hide behind now are my sunglasses.

 

This is Fun!

Maybe not so much fun for everyone. Most of these roles sound like work or poor decision making or perhaps victims. I'm a Cancer and I'll be hiding upstairs with my favorite Piscean. Thanks to Leo who's guarding the door. God knows what might be going on in there!

 

Yes