Saturday, October 21, 2006

Yarrow Revisited

A dear friend once wrote an observation in her blog, the gist of which can be summed up as follows: the loss of innocence is defined as our inability to do one or more of the following any longer: 'Sing like no one is listening, dance like no one is watching, love like [one has] never been hurt before.'

Pretty simple, if you think about it. I had retired hurt from a sequence of events that had apparently permanently robbed me of my abilty to execute the third commandment, if you will. I agreed wholeheartedly that, yes, that is indeed the definition of loss of innocence.

I have come to realize, however, of late, that there is a possibility, just a possibility, that innocence, like Milton's Paradise, might be lost and regained.

My Yarrow Unvisited might, perhaps, always trump my Yarrow Visited. I shall, neverthelesss, not shrink from the prospect of Yarrow Revisited. For, isn't "AND is this Yarrow?—this the stream?" waiting only for that wee little shuffle, to read "This IS the Yarrow - THIS the stream!"?

May I hold steadfast to the courage of my convictions. May it not just rain, but pour :)

"Ah, no! the visions of the past
Sustain the heart in feeling
Life as she is—our changeful Life,
With friends and kindred dealing."


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Italicized text: William Wordsworth.

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