A digital watercolour of the lovely ladies I spend some time with each morning in Essex, and they always seem prepared to converse and mend the world with me. This piece of Eliot’s poem East Coker goes some way to prepare me for another week. Strange how I revisit his poem on a regular basis. I shall have to share it with these belles.
For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.
moving in time 
That’s beautiful! The picture and the poem! Love it!
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Hi Martha, hope you are hunky dorey.
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Yes, doing okay. I just sent this post around to a large group of friends who like pretty things.
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I am going mad trying to understand how to be seen on this thoroughfare we call the Internet!!! Trying to link all my profiles together and getting completely bamboozled in the process! You are kind to share!!
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Hello! I’m a friend of Martha Stephens, who sent me this “pretty.” And I’m so glad she did! This piece is quite lovely and the poem one I haven’t visited in many years. I especially love this line: The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight. Now that I’m retired and partially physically disabled, I often find myself “lost in a shaft of sunlight.” And isn’t it a great thing to experience! The entire universe can be seen in that shaft of sunlight if we look closely enough. And having a fit of distraction, well, that fits me perfectly! Thank you for this. I shall be following you on my own from now on! Oh, and I love the photo of the ladies you have your morning coffee with! I’m envious!
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Thank you Donna – I have a great respect and fondness for Martha! I can agree with you about the distraction!
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