This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.
Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.
This poem really speaks to me right now…
In a few weeks, I finish a 9-month sabbatical from IBM and officially retire from the company. (I celebrated my 20-year ‘Big Blue’ career earlier this week in Thank You, IBM.) While I am excited about my newfound freedom and the space for my creative energy to take new form, a sense of emptiness sits with me as I reflect on the opportunities and relationships that will no longer flow to me through my work. While I know amazing possibilities lie ahead, with even grander challenges and amazing people, a little piece of me feels like it is done, and that makes me sad, for that piece had so many moments of joy and fulfillment. Of course, I know that, whatever is dying will give life to something new – and stand in fresh pastures of promise, where the air will be kind, and blushed with beginning.
* I took this photo on the way to Piazza Amerina, Siciliy, Italy this past summer. The glimmers of green in the fields seem like blushes of beginning. You’ll find more