Spellbound

I decided with some encouragement to start a blog...however I really don't have a lot to say today on my very first blog entry. Therefore, I decided to start my blog with one of my all time favorite poems by one of my all time favorite authors.

I used to pretend as a kid I was either Emily or Charlotte Bronte...riding my horse on the mesa of the north east heights of Albuquerque pretending it was an English Moor...sometimes the cactus would harshly bring me back to reality! I have a feeling my blog will contain a lot of poetry...maybe even some of my own. I don't know if I have the guts for that though! We shall see! In any case this poem has a lot of meaning to me. I was a child who struggled with memorizing anything but I believe I have had this memorized since the sixth grade. I have recited this poem repeatedly in my head during many of life's storms. To me this poem is not about weather but about "weathering" what God knows you are cabable of dealing with when you don't know it yourself.

Spellbound

by Emily Jane Bronte

The night is darkening round me,

The wild winds coldly blow;

But a tyrant spell has bound me

And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending

Their bare boughs weighed with snow.

And the storm is fast descending,

And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,

Wastes beyond wastes below;

But nothing drear can move me;

I will not, cannot go.