Inside Out


I go in search of a wide open vista and breathtaking view, motivated by the tantalizing pictures and the prospect of a cool experience. Along the way, though, I am interrupted by a hail storm miles away from shelter, getting bruised and mud-spattered as I run home. Not everyone appreciates the abuse of a long hike. When I get back from a long, muddy, lightning-filled walk, I am filled with appreciation for my own pounding heart and the fresh air fueling my lungs. When I peel away the wet socks and sand falls to the floor, I am filled with appreciation for the shower that will wash away the grit of the day and the warm water that will soothe the strain of my muscles. I love an outing that turns me inside out and upside down. It shakes out the sand of my assumptions and leaves only the important stuff behind. This blog captures the stories of my many inversions. 

Pack up the Moon

Full moon with rose sky

So I’ve been simmering the last few weeks. Actually, maybe that’s not true. I’ve been boiling over, which tends to be the time when I DON”T write. When work and world are going too fast for me, poetry is my escape. It doesn’t require that I read or think in full sentences. It captures essence. It’s about feeling not doing. And this, to me, feels free.

I keep coming back to this one from W.H.Auden:

He was my North, my South, my East, my West

My working week and my Sunday rest, 

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; 

I thought that love would last forever. I was wrong. 

The stars are not wanted now. Put out every one. 

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; 

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. 

For nothing now can ever come to any good. 

Dramatic? Yes. But, when life is busy, when it is full of the yucky, gray areas that constantly leave you wondering, “Am I doing this right?”, pure emotion like this – unchecked by logic – feels so much simpler.

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun…I’d prefer to start fresh tomorrow.

sharpie drawing of crescent moon and stars

MMKohli 2008