Vancouver has experienced a historical heat wave these past couple of weeks. Walking in the early evenings at sunset has been refreshing after the heat of an afternoon sun.
My latest reading adventure is “A Secret Sisterhood: The Literary Friendships of Jane Austen, Charlotte Brontë, George Eliot, and Virginia Woolf” by Emily Midorikawa and Emma Claire Sweeney. I have gained a profound insight into these women writers and their friendships. Based on long-forgotten letters and diaries, these women have become real to me. Their friendships were authentic, offering a diversity of thought and a respectful understanding, even though opinions and values were sometimes on opposite sides. There is a richness of conversation, a recognition that we are at our best when we are surrounded by friendships.
As I watched the reds and golds merge with the blue in the horizon, I was reminded of George Eliot’s poem, “Count That Day Lost” which is also known as “At Set of Sun.”
I invite you to join me for a Zen moment on the Vancouver Seawall at close of day.
With gratitude for the friendships that give meaning to my life.
At Set Of Sun
If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard –
One glance most kind,
That fell like sunshine where it went –
Then you may count that day well spent.
But, if, through all the livelong day,
You’ve cheered no heart, by yea or nay –
If, through it all
You’ve nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost –
Then count that day as worse than lost.