#Leap and laugh full
Later she turns her attention to small gingerbread cakes which she will glaze for children.Īnd then the letters full of love to her sister-in-law, a brief path away. Odd lines are stuffed in her dress pocket as she bakes, and the dress itself, always white. She cracks 19 eggs against the metal bowl. There is baking to be done, her famous black cake calling for 20 pounds of flour, 2 pounds of butter. Like him, she knows that success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed. From her garden she laments a dying soldier. She kneels on an old army blanket with the Civil War raging and she no part of it. “Consider the lilies” is her only commandment. This is the backyard church she prefers, here with its birdsong choir and sermon never long. Overhead, the sun rises a ribbon at a time. Come spring she is out in her garden enclosed, contemplating daffodils and crocuses cleaving the hard earth. In winter she nurtures plants in the conservatory attached to her house. Here is Emily Dickinson: “Instead of going to Heaven, at last-I’m going, all along.” Here is Catherine of Siena: “All the way to heaven is heaven, because He said, ‘I am the way.’ ” Blessed among women, Robert Ellsberg calls her in his book of the same name. Here Emily Dickinson appears with other spiritual giants, sharing Teresa of Ávila’s mysticism, her soul in white heat Joan of Arc’s courageous wrestle with belief and unbelief the little way of Thérèse of Lisieux, whose battles, like Emily’s, were mostly fought within.
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