St John of the Cross on Wednesday this week, commemoration. I do remember as a young man considering the "Dark Night of the Soul". It must have been during some point of anguish. It is supposed to accompany some great trial and moment of despair.
Latterly I have not been there. I am afflicted by grey mornings and pale afternoons and not with despair but resignation. It is a state of being here and it does not get better than this so be grateful for this moment and look for the beauty of things and people. I could not survive if it were not for my wife Nora, family and a few close friends.
At this moment it is snowing as part of my grey morning so I must seek the sun.
In my eye
Spain
Splashed by sun.
Italy
Of valleys
Olive green
Infinite
Sky blue
En Provence
Snow upon
The soaring peak
Bouganvillia
Along
A Tuscan terrace
Done!
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