do we dare?

23 Mar

horned turtle

when tromping through

the thorny fields,

one wears heavy boots

and impenetrable pants;

it only makes sense –

then suddenly

one can find oneself

on the beach

still in protective gear

for the yesterday –

stickier part of the trail –

unaware of the costume change –

there may be a delay…

no matter,

the sun, soon enough, compels a stripping down.

no doubt, at some point her newly born feet will sink into the warmed,

soft sand;

she will ease into the new terrain –

feet in sand

perhaps we had some frozen hearts around here, not unloving, but braced for whatever difficulties lay waiting

for surely we knew the tough times behind!

About 6 months ago, my daughter wanted a pet turtle.  hard-outer shell, retreating stance,  no cuddles!

Now, we ponder the addition of a long-haired cat  – rumored to be better with allergies – rumored to be soft –

do we dare?

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C.S. Lewis in The Four Loves:  “To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”

T.S. Eliot in “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”:

“…Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown               130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”

6 Responses to “do we dare?”

  1. reneetamara March 23, 2013 at 11:39 am #

    That quote from C.S. Lewis went through my mind recently, when my nine year old pet rabbit, Hot Fudge, died peacefully in his sleep. How true, once you let someone into your heart, your life is inalterably changed. Thanks for a thoughtful and beautiful post. Much appreciated on this cold March morning.

    • marga t. March 23, 2013 at 12:57 pm #

      Thank you for visiting this march morning, tail ending of winter. Hot Fudge, just the name makes me smile. Thank you for sharing about him. Haven’t visited you in a while, so nice to see you again. I’ll stop over in a bit, after tea 🙂

  2. prewitt1970 March 23, 2013 at 3:16 pm #

    Good day to you. I find when walking through a thorny field that barefoot is the best way to only because we tend to tread far more carefully when we can feel what we are doing. Kitty 😀 I love my kitty and will cry like a kitten when he passes.
    I hope your day is full of grace and love.
    Always
    Benjamin

    • marga t. March 23, 2013 at 3:19 pm #

      wise words benjamin! the natives of our land knew how to travel! sensing the land and treading carefully, much to those words. No costume changes needed from place to place, really! Thank you for kitty share…I’ve never lived with a cat, they are so mysterious to me; and unpredictable with those claws 🙂

  3. heartflow2013 March 24, 2013 at 5:42 am #

    Love this allegory and I enjoyed reading all parts of this delightful post! Let’s start stripping! ☼ tomas ♥

    • marga t. March 24, 2013 at 12:41 pm #

      Thank you, tomas The armor is now relegated for display in the museum 🙂 The strippers on display on the path. Much love and appreciation sent to you! marga

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