I spend each morning with several friends who share with me their wisdom. Sometimes the wisdom originates with them. Sometimes they point me to another friend. Such was the case with my friend Sarah ban Breathnach who talked about secret anniversaries in her book, Simple Abundance.
She begins the page with a quote from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, then she ruminates on the secret anniversaries.
Here is what she wrote.
"'The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart, the secret anniversaries of the heart'.... It took a secret anniversary of the heart to remind me that there is always enough time to remember. But there is never time enough to commemorate what we cherish, unless we pause to observe, when they occur, the holiest of all holidays."
I looked up the quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, found the poem, and promptly fell in love.
Would you like to fall in love, too?
Okay, then. Here is the poem.
Holidays
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1807 - 1882
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;—
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;— a Fairy Tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.
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