Friday, May 4, 2012
Violets have been among my favorite flowers since I was a child. I can remember picking them in an empty lot by the creek and taking them home to my mother. I don't know whether this is a single, vivid memory or something that I did so often it sticks in my mind. The violets were often half-hidden in higher grass.
It's probably why I like so much Wordsworth's poem She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways. It's about a "maid" named Lucy who "lived unknown." The second stanza:
"A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye;
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky."
I am going back and reading my journals that I started in the seminary. I am surprised at how half-hidden I often kept myself. Even though I had a lot of prominent jobs and offices, when there was no task to be done, in a group I tended to sit quietly not saying much. I had half-forgotten how painful this was. I wonder if that's one reason that violets appeal to me. Maybe subconsciously, even as a little child, I wanted to keep to myself. I do not miss the appropriateness of this blog's name.