A Thousand Mornings (Weekly Photo Challenge: Humanity)

Banaras, India (c) 2011 Emma E. Glennon

Two seasons after her father died, one of our daughters took this soothing, solemn picture at dawn on the other side of the globe.  Banaras, also known as Varanasi, is one of humanity’s oldest living cities.  It rises from the holy River Ganga in southeastern Uttar Pradesh.

The same month, when everything remained so dramatically off-kilter in all our lives, one of my sisters-in-law sent me a book of poetry.  It was a gift for the birthday my husband Jim–her only brother–had known he wouldn’t live to celebrate.

I contemplated the title–A Thousand Mornings–and my mind lingered briefly on the vastness of the days and years likely still laid out ahead of me.  A thousand mornings, and more, teeming with concrete tasks I wasn’t remotely equipped to face.  A thousand mornings followed by dwindling sunlight hours in which I alone would be the one to teach a child to drive, to pack up our home and move to another, to move children into schools, to tend to illnesses and injuries and sorrow.  And a thousand sleep-disturbed nights.  A thousand mournings.

I read the book right away, and turned the page to reveal the title of the very last poem.


My daughter had just given me the gift of being able to visualize this very place:

“Early in the morning we crossed the ghat,

where fires were still smoldering . . . . 

A woman was standing in the river up to her waist;

she was lifting handfuls of water and spilling it

over her body, slowly and many times,

as if until there came some moment

of inner satisfaction between her own life and the river’s.

Then she dipped a vessel she had brought with her

and carried it filled with water back across the ghat,

no doubt to refresh some shrine near where she lives,

for this is the holy city of Shiva, maker

of the world, and this is his river.

I can’t say much more, except that it all happened

in silence and peaceful simplicity, and something that felt

like that bliss of a certainty and a life lived

in accordance with that certainty . . . .

Pray God I remember this.”

In my daughter’s photograph I see a different kind of vastness than the black hole in which I dwelled: a never-ending human homage to faith, to “peaceful simplicity,” to the “bliss of a certainty and a life lived/in accordance that that certainty.”

Jim had such a life.  In living it and leaving it, he helped me to see the larger human  picture and to try–assuredly not always successfully–to let go of the world’s more rarified worries.  Yes, I’m alone to do so many things; but how lucky I am that my children are so like their father, and have moved on to far-flung places where they, in turn, will serve others, whether teaching, researching infectious diseases, or sharing an angelic voice.  How lucky I am that we’ve all had found medical care for our assorted crises.  How embarassingly lucky we are to possess a home to fill, and a car my little girl can be taught to drive.

Since that November day I’ve lived those thousand mornings, and found moments of peace and satisfaction, of light and love, that somehow still linger in each day.

About Stephanie

In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like forensic evidentiary issues, jury instructions, and expert scientific witness preparation. She also is an adjunct professor at a law school on the banks of the Charles and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2020 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with Wordpress protocol and the numerous other wee buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.
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11 Responses to A Thousand Mornings (Weekly Photo Challenge: Humanity)

  1. scillagrace says:

    Beautifully woven memory, vision, and poetry, touching on that infinite unity.

  2. Maya says:

    A beautiful memory…thank you for sharing it with us.

    • Stephanie says:

      Thank you. It feels somehow like a (second-hand?) memory, as if I were really able to see what my daughter saw after the coincidence of getting that picture and reading that poem.

  3. Touch2Touch says:

    Beautiful. How lovely and how fitting that you received such a wonderful gift, and that now you pass it on.

  4. how stirring and wonderful

  5. Leya says:

    You write this so well, and the photo is wonderful. A treasure.

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