{"id":2301,"date":"2025-12-03T18:57:59","date_gmt":"2025-12-03T23:57:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/?p=2301"},"modified":"2025-12-03T19:00:17","modified_gmt":"2025-12-04T00:00:17","slug":"3-decembrance-2025","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/2025\/12\/03\/3-decembrance-2025\/","title":{"rendered":"#3 decembrance 2025"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

This morning the sun was startlingly brilliant especially when reflected off our pond. As I headed out on my dog walk two swans flew off. In this micro season part of the pond is frozen and the diving ducks have arrived to eat pond weeds. I give the pond a wide berth as they are skittish and fly off at the mere hint of our company. As I circled back to the house a flock of geese came squawking, flapping their rusty hinges to land with the ducks, gliding in over the pasture to find shelter among the crowds on the open water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Osage Orange on Oblong plate<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking,
flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek
across the sky made me think about my life, the places
of brokenness, the places of sorrow, the places where grief
has strung me out to dry. And then the geese come calling,
the leader falling back when tired, another taking her place.
Hope is borne on wings.\u00a0Look at the trees. They turn to gold
for a brief while, then lose it all each November.
Through the cold months, they stand, take the worst
weather has to offer.\u00a0And still, they put out shy green leaves
come April, come May. The geese glide over the cornfields,
land on the pond with its sedges and reeds.
You do not have to be wise.\u00a0Even a goose knows how to find
shelter, where the corn still lies in the stubble and dried stalks.
All we do is pass through here, the best way we can.
They stitch up the sky, and it is whole again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014Barbara Crooker, from Radiance<\/em>, Word Press<\/a>, 2005<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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