But the Hebrew word, the word timshel—”Thou mayest”— that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open.
—John Steinbeck, East of Eden
Today it was the aspen buds
that ruined my heart.
One glimpse of them
through the window, and
for that moment,
the inner winter I’d constructed
out of should and shalt
fell down like bricks. Perhaps I could have
returned to work, but instead
stared at the soft gray
tufts of spring. How they defy
the stubborn chill. And almost
against my will, in me I felt
an opening I didn’t quite want,
and perhaps I didn’t want to hear
a small voice saying, you
have a choice, you
have a choice.
Beautiful! Soft, yielding, telling and powerful all at the same time! Thanks so much for sharing your gift of perception, your weaving of spells through your mastery of the written word! Love 💕
Julia, what a thoughtful, generous response. I love that you know the origins of the poem … many hugs to you! I’ve been missing our class. love, r