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Notes from Below Sea Level
This morning, with weather that will cause a man’s mind to wander, I thought of Romeo’s reaction upon first seeing Juliet at the Capulets’ masked ball. He observes that “she doth teach the torches to burn bright” and is sort of known as the torches speech. But (for me) of all the language that pours from Romeo’s mouth, the next couple lines sum up his appreciation of her beauty, which will (by the end of the dance) end in love. “It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night, like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear; beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!” Poor Rosaline never stood a chance.
Officially in the mid-70s here, there is a note in the air that hints at fall, though the 96% humidity dulls its tone ever so slightly. Seasons on the gulf coast arrive with the same casual brutality that reveals the marrow of a bone. There are weeks yet before coolness will define the morning, but in these confused days there is a tremor that seems to hang upon the cheek of night promising an unmasking—that one moment in time where our mind leaps from admiration to love.
Poets and dreamers have long lauded spring as the season of lovers. We read of Shakespeare’s “proud-pied April” and Hopkins’ “innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy”; but there are times when I believe that love springs more naturally from struggle than from a gradual wakening following a long winter. Not so much “Life nursed in its grave by Death,” but a bridge built over turbulent waters: connections earned rather than naturally sprung from errant seeds scattered in the final vestiges of fall.
Work is going well this week—there is that feeling we share that summer’s back is broken—though I missed the early release of some equipment dating back to when I was on vacation: a glitch with my phone and its insistence on not syncing with the main computer system at crucial times. Still, I should have discovered it before now and had to scramble some to right that ship. Otherwise, all is well and life goes on like my mistakes are as equally unimportant as my successes. While my son sleeps this morning, one of the stray cats that hangs around my patio has climbed onto my lap and is mewing for pets while a second hisses at her from the flagstone—and I’m poised, as usual, between the peacefulness and chaos of night and day.
My hope for the day is that each of you celebrates life in one way or another and finds peace in these turbulent times. Be well, be kind, and appreciate the love you have in your life.
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