In her memoir, An Unfinished Woman: A Memoir, Lilian Hellman writes:
“I do regret that I have spent too much of my life trying to find what I called ‘truth,’ trying to find what I called ‘sense.’ I never knew what I meant by truth, never made the sense I hoped for. All I mean is that I left too much of me unfinished because, I wasted too much time.”
I haven’t read her memoir…I’ve held onto this quote of hers for years. Perhaps I clipped this from an article I read because I wondered if it was true for me. Have I quested after the truth long and hard and what do I have to show for it? Have I fruitlessly tried to make some sense of nonsense to no avail?
© by Christine O’Brien
The Goddess is the mistress of these cycles.
“I’ve found a sense of my place in the world,” I say.
as we share a pot of milky oolong tea on the deck of the boat.
The early evening sky is bathed in sunset hues.
“Sharing your gifts is the path to enlightenment,” you say.
We sail our boat in the protected bay.
“If you want, coast when the wind is right,” I offer.
Red and gold tint the sky.
“There is no black and white pendulum of truth,” you say.
“Crystal clarity is rare.”
Our wisest thoughts dissipate into the blue serenity of water
and the dove peace of this day.
The yet to be lived is our uncertain map.
“People’s dreams are where the nectar is,” you say dreamily.
Colors change regardless.