|spring flower photography ~ fuji|
Tomorrow is St. Patricks Day, "An enchanted time - a day to begin transforming winter's dreams into summer's magic" as Adrienne Cook once said...maybe that's why everyone is Irish on March 17th.
In honor of the day dedicated to the wearing o' the green, I offer one of my favorite poems and poets...When You Are Old by Yeats.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
My favorite line is, "But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you"...isn't that what we're all looking for...a witness to and appreciator of our individual pilgrim soul.
I'd really love to hear your thoughts in the comments. But if you're too busy medicating your spring fever with some kind of healing tonic, I'll completely understand and be wishing you moments filled with glad grace.