As a prelude to the weekend, tonight I present guidance, in the form of a poem, in the event that you are trying to think of how to spend your day. This little nugget of goodness is from a book that caught my eye at Tecolate Book Shop in Montecito. I picked it up for the cover, but bought it because it was edited by James Crews.
On the way back to our place in Carpinteria, I opened the book randomly and asked Sister if she wanted to hear a poem. She said "yes". Here is what I read.
Any Morning
by William Stafford
Just lying on the couch and being happy.
Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.
People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can't
monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.
When dawn flows over the hedge you can
get up and act busy.
Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven
left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People won't even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.
Later in the day you an act like the others.
You can shake your head. You can frown.
The end.
I live in my own little corner...a piece of heaven someone left lying around. Thanks for this.
Posted by: Susan Bjerke | 04/17/2021 at 12:06 AM
Oh, wonderful! Inspiring too.
Posted by: jacki long | 04/17/2021 at 02:01 PM
Susan: you are MOST welcome.
Posted by: carol | 04/21/2021 at 06:33 PM