Now Let Us Sing!
"And if it’s true we are alone,
we are alone together,
the way blades of grass
are alone, but exist as a field."
These are the words of Rosemerry Trommer from her magnificent poem "Belonging".
To read Rosemerry's poetry is to better understand what it means to walk through the world, heart first. Through her poetic perspective, Rosemerry lets you into her life and it feels like having a conversation with a dear friend. On her website, A Hundred Falling Veils, you will find artful reflections on all that life brings.
I have laughed and cried with Rosemerry.
When her young son took his own life, her courageous expressions of grief in all of its forms made me feel"alone together".
I hope you find that you are "Still Singing", as you continue to practice being more present than ever.
There comes a day when a woman knows
she’s more Mother Superior than Maria—
and though she spent decades dreaming
of spinning on stage singing The hills are alive,
she now knows she’s more likely
to be cast standing in a habit, clutching a rosary,
singing Climb every mountain.
How many dreams pass us
before we realize they’ve gone?
Already I know I will never climb Everest,
will not be an Olympic Nordic skier,
will not research the cure for AIDS.
Every day I am less the woman I dreamt I would be
and more the woman I am—
which is, apparently, a woman who sits in the balcony
to see “The Sound of Music” and drives home happy,
still singing about how her heart
wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise
from the lake to the trees.
A woman who is learning how,
now that her dreams have faded,
she can be more present than ever.