Erat Hora, by Ezra Pound, has been my favorite poem ever since reading it in high school English class. I found it so beautiful, I committed it to memory, and recite it to myself sometimes.
Erat Hora is latin for “that was the hour.”
‘Thank you, whatever comes.’ And then she turned
And, as the ray of sun on hanging flowers
Fades when the wind hath lifted them aside,
Went swiftly from me. Nay, whatever comes
One hour was sunlit and the most high gods
May not make boast of any better thing
Than to have watched that hour as it passed.
Have you ever had a moment that was so beautiful, you could not even explain it? A moment where you were certainly connected to god and the universe? A moment where it seemed as if all things were conspiring to have you be right there? A moment that you can not imagine a better use of that time because that is where you needed to be? This blog is about trying to find and hang on to more of those moments.
I believe that often small changes make a big difference, and it can take many small and big changes to be able to take life as it comes. I will share with you when I am able to focus on what matters to me, what prevents me from doing so, and some other food and craftiness I like along the way!
If you have questions, or want to send me a note, I can be reached at EratHoracontact@gmail.com.