Image via @slimpaley on Instagram.
Photo via Jean Wethmar on Instagram.
This Instagram spun me backwards 20+ years to when I memorized this poem. At the time I was thinking of Kiawah Island, SC. Not exactly topographically- or botanically-correct, yet the poem evokes thoughts of lazy island days.
Corinne Roosevelt Robinson (1861-1933)
THE PATH THAT LEADS
THERE'S a path that leads to Nowhere
In a meadow that I know,
Where an inland island rises
And the stream is still and slow;
There it wanders under willows,
And beneath the silver green
Of the birches' silent shadows
Where the early violets lean.
Other pathways lead to Somewhere,
But the one I love so well
Has no end and no beginning—
Just the beauty of the dell,
Just the wind-flowers and the lilies
Yellow-striped as adder's tongue,
Seem to satisfy my pathway
As it winds their scents among.
There I go to meet the Springtime,
When the meadow is aglow,
Marigolds amid the marshes,—
And the stream is still and slow.
There I find my fair oasis,
And with care-free feet I tread
For the pathway leads to Nowhere,
And the blue is overhead!
All the ways that lead to Somewhere
Echo with the hurrying feet
Of the Struggling and the Striving,
But the way I find so sweet
Bids me dream and bids me linger,
Joy and Beauty are its goal,—
On the path that leads to Nowhere
I have sometimes found my soul!
My great friend RvH stepped out of her comfort zone a bit over a year ago to mentor in an English as a Second Language program. She's been incredibly faithful, and flexible, as her adult student-friend (now) balances a busy life which includes a disabled child. I was so, so pleased to get this email from her yesterday--
I am so proud of Edilsia. When I met her Fall, 2012 she was at Level 1 and now she tested at Level 7 which is the cap for the first phase. She really did well with answering all the questions, understood everything, so officially this phase with DuPage Literacy is over the end of June. She needs work with her writing skills and language structure, but that is not a priority in her everyday life. That would be the next phase with DuPage so I will not officially sign up with them again, but will just meet with her, going forward, when we can. The main objective for now was for her to be comfortable and confident with her English speaking skills so that she could get her needs met when dealing with teachers or doctors, etc., both understanding them and not needing an interpreter when speaking English. She is smart and motivated, and thus, she has done something good for herself. The "teacher" always learns from the student. Her son, Emmanuel, came home with all "A's" on his report card. I told her that when he comes home today from school, she needs to share her news of a good report too...a nice gift for us all.
We can't be together to celebrate DM's birthday this year, but he's in our thoughts and prayers all day.
He's our firstborn and the swift-kick that pushed CA and I into instant parenthood and maturity. We were never frivolous. We were just very young (24 and 22-1/2) when he was born. CA was a U.S. Navy officer and I soon wore the official (of the time) Navy wife uniform--maternity.
We were (and are) adoring, committed parents. We were also overwhelmed by the 24/7 realities of a newborn. DM has always been intense. He rolled over very, very young; walked soon; constant motion. He's been an athelete and die-hard Cubs and Bears fan since toddlerhood, it seems.
We are and have ALWAYS been proud of him. He works hard, loves deeply, intensely. He has that rare aura--like a young Meg Ryan or Jon Hamm. He emits more light than average, and that plus his gracious smile and sincere attitude have always made him stand out; people are drawn to him.
Today we celebrate his birthday. His 4 girls know how to put on a party, so we're convinced this day will be a special one.
We love you, David Matthew!