Have you got a brook in your little heart?

August, with her leaping clouds and cheery blooms, is in town! Hello August…Hearty welcome!

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Today’s dawn was so bright and cheerful! A row of  Rain Lilies/ Zephyranthes  just about to bloom in the early morning sunlight was a delightful sight. I waited for the lilies to bloom fully and the pink burst of joy filled my being. After my walk I found it interesting to see  the #AWEgustChallenge by projecthappiness_org. They’re asking ‘when was the last time you’re awe-struck’. There’s a month long challenge devoted to discover what makes your heart open in awe through daily awe-venture. Quite Interesting!

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The Rain Lilies

The Rain Lilies ”Fluttering and dancing in the breeze”, just as Wordsworth’s daffodils did, cheered up my morning. That led me to read Emily Dickinson’s ‘Have you got a brook in your little heart…’, a thought provoking poem.  Emily’s Brook has nothing in common with Tennyson’s Brook ( The Brook). His Brook chatters,, murmurs and babbles… Emily’s brook inside her little heart doesn’t make much noise nor attracts anyone; no one knows of such a silent brook that flows in there. It’s a brook where bashful flowers blow and  blushing birds go down to drink…(such beautiful expressions!) even shadows are timid and shy there! The Brook is to be treated so delicately.  This little brook energises her little draught of life. It’s an elixir of life. Care should be taken to see that it doesn’t dry up. If you have one, you will be unaffected when there is an overflow of rivers or a harsh Summer that dries up everything. The little brook inside will be your spirit of life. Yes, I too have got a brook in my little heart. It will reinvigorate and revitalise my soul, when inundated with floods of emotions or when the harsh realities of life leave it dry. As long as there is a little brook inside you, you will find beauty in a  tiny flower or a blade of grass or in a huddle of clouds. Simple things of Nature can move you and please you if you carry that brook within you.

HAVE you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And blushing birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?

And nobody, knows, so still it flows,
That any brook is there;
And yet your little draught of life
Is daily drunken there.

Then look out for the little brook in March,
When the rivers overflow,
And the snows come hurrying from the hills,
And the bridges often go.

And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows parching lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!

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And the blue cheery sky today was later swollen with clouds to burst open! I could capture a bright flash of lightning in the evening…The rain god Lord Indra may be waving his sword! That was another awestruck moment of the first day of my August…#AWEgustChallenge!

4 thoughts on “Have you got a brook in your little heart?

  1. I was so surprised by your rain lilies. We had some blooming here last weekend, but ours are white, and smaller. Still, they were quite a surprise, since we haven’t had much rain to speak of — and they are more a spring flower than one made for full summer.

    I so much like the Dickinson poem you choose. The names for small streams of water are interesting. Here in Texas, we tend toward “creeks” and “bayous.” I think of “brook” as a northern or eastern term, and I think of brooks as livelier — even the hidden and mostly silent ones. There’s something wonderful about running water.

    Your lightning capture is wonderful. Photos like that are the very essence of right time, right place.

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  2. A wonderful post bursting with joy and sweetness. The lilies are beautiful and so are your words.
    I do love the poem you treated us too. How wonderful to imagine a quiet little brook in our heart.
    I didn’t know this poem so will copy it for my file as something to treasure.

    By the way, in England they say brook. Travelling in U.S I found creek often used. A beloved child has many names as the saying goes.

    miriam

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  3. Thank you so much Miriam. Appreciate your good words and kindness. Glad you liked my post.I am travelling in New Zealand now and came across many gushing ‘creeks’. Someimes I have imagined these rain lilies as daffodils and tulips. To my joy this NZ travel gave me real experience of all those flowers and trees I have came across in poetry.

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