Where In the World Is Beth?

First let me say that I know I have been only vaguely present here since my retreat.  Thank you for your patience, as I regroup  and process my journeys. 

Anyway, as I often do on weekends, I’d planned to share some poetry with you today. Using my little magical gift of blogomancy, was it only by chance, then, that I discovered a poem this morning that so beautifully articulates where I have been and some of what I learned on my retreat?

I hope Mr. Stevenson will not mind too much that I have added a strategic capital L to personalize this poem to my experience. Blessings to all.

St. Martin’s Summer

by Robert Louis Stevenson

As swallows turning backward
When half-way o’er the sea,
At one word’s trumpet summons
They came again to me –
The hopes I had forgotten
Came back again to me.

I know not which to credit,
O Lady of my heart!
Your eyes that bade me linger,
Your words that bade us part –
I know not which to credit,
My reason or my heart.

But be my hopes rewarded,
Or be they but in vain,
I have dreamed a golden vision,
I have gathered in the grain –
I have dreamed a golden vision,
I have not lived in vain.