The Wonder of This Day

The Cabin in Connecticut - outside, a view of the porch

              Catherine leaving her apartment with her luggage, locking her doorVincent, swinging his valise, hurrying to meet Catherine


The miles receded; night waned. The bright lights of Danbury and the few of New Fairfield left behind, she turned onto Beaver Bog Road, crossed the bridge over Squantz Cove. She made the final turn onto a narrow, graveled, winding drive and braked to a stop. Behind her, the cargo door opened and closed. Dry leaves crackled under his boots. She reached across to lift the passenger-side lock.

He was there, beside her. "We're here," she said. "Lake Candlewood."

"Is the cottage far, Catherine?"

"Half a mile in," she answered, and he took her hand, nuzzling his cheek to her palm.

In the dark, on the cabin's porch, she fumbled the key, but he caught it mid-fall.Cabin bedroom, Vincent's brown leather's valise on the bed, Catherine's red plaid suitcase on the fllor

Down the sconce-lit hallway, she led him past one room, past another, to the last and largest. No pretense, she resolved. No hesitation. He set his valise on the bedcovers, her suitcase on the floor nearby. None.

Window to window, she stepped along, raising the wood-slat blinds, releasing each latch. Outside the navy sky blushed rose-wine; the air sparkled with birdsong; the lake lapped at the shore.

"Could we walk out?" he murmured. "I'd like to share the dawn."


A Morning Offering

I bless the night that nourished my heart
To set the ghosts of longing free
Into the flow and figure of dream
That went to harvest from the dark
Bread for the hunger no one sees.
All that is eternal in me
Welcome the wonder of this day,
The field of brightness it creates
Offering time for each thing
To arise and illuminate.
I place on the altar of dawn:
The quiet loyalty of breath,
The tent of thought where I shelter,
Wave of desire I am shore to
And all beauty drawn to the eye.
May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.
May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.
~ John O'Donohue ~
To Bless the Space Between Us


read by Bryan Kroeger (Tim Rooch)

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Julia Passamonti-Colamartino         2/12/2012 6:11:01 AM
^happy sigh* Thanks again Tim :) (((HUGS)))

Jeff D.         2/7/2012 8:22:47 PM
Another excellent read, Tim!

Carole W         2/7/2012 8:50:07 PM
Bryan, this is a lovely reading of this poem. What powerful words: To waste my heart on fear no more. Thank you for bringing this poem to life.

Rosemarie S.         2/7/2012 4:39:50 PM
Thank you, Tim! "May I have the courage today/To live the life that I would love..." I treasure that line. Also, the illustrations, so far, are beautiful - like oil paintings - someone did a wonderful job with those.

Michelle K.         2/7/2012 4:44:21 PM
And another wonderful addition! I am absolutely loving this part of WFOL. The poems are truly inspired, and the story ... sigh. How I love this vision of their future!

Mini         2/7/2012 4:36:47 PM
Beautifully read Tim dear. Thanks so much for sharing that with us. Hugs

Edith         2/7/2012 1:06:29 PM
A wonderful story so far, and a wonderful poem, and read by Bryan. Thank you.

Aliset         2/7/2012 10:44:15 AM
This is definitely one of my favorite WFOL features...I so want this future for them ;) I love the line about "breaking the dead shell of yesterday" utterly appropriate. :) Wonderful job!

luna         2/7/2012 7:25:46 AM
i mean: getting better... ^^;;;

luna         2/7/2012 7:21:28 AM
the story keeps going better and better. wow. ^^ and thanks again to tim for a beautiful reading. ((((((((((hugs)))))))))))

Rusty/RedNightBird         2/7/2012 6:07:26 AM
This is such a place of solace and inspiration. The entire concept is truly moving! thank-you!

LauraG         2/7/2012 5:44:20 AM
Oh, what a magnificent stanza for Vincent's heart - May I have the courage today To live the life that I would love, To postpone my dream no longer But do at last what I came here for And waste my heart on fear no more. This is fast becoming my favorite feature of WFOL this year!