A couple of weeks ago my friend, Laurie of Color Poems, mentioned in a comment the daffodils growing in her garden. I promised that if she posted them, I would quote William Wordsworth’s poem, “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”–commonly known as “The Daffodils”–in honor of her gorgeous yellow blooms. Laurie not only shared her beauties but she dedicated the blog post to me “in gratitude.”
My weary soul is touched by her gesture, and I’m getting through the remainder of this week reminded that there is indeed kindness in the world.
I posted Wordsworth’s poem on my blog four years ago, but I hope you don’t mind my reposting.
Like Wordsworth, I have been thrilled over the flowering of spring and have spent much time in nature the last couple of weeks meditating and re-centering. It’s amazing how just a few moments away can elevate the mood and change the outlook.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Thank you, Laurie, for brightening my week. I, too, am grateful our “paths” crossed.
Until next time…Have joy!