Sunshine, Tiredness and A New Poem
Today I feel tired or perhaps I should say I feel "whupped". The sun is shining, there's a gentle breeze....and my knees hurt and I want to nap. I can explain the tiredness, though; yesterday was spent shopping in Geneva with good friends. Wonderful shopping, the kind of shopping that is truly fun: spices, crystals, olive oils and balsamic vinegars, wine tasting and completing the day with chocolate fondue sharing. (And, yes, I brought home spices, Persian lime olive oil and tangerine balsamic vinegar and a beautiful piece of black kyanite for Doug.)
Trying to remember to be kind to myself is a challenge. Trying to find the right balance in exertion and listening to my body is a challenge. So, today I will accomplish a few things; laundry will be done and so far I have brought one garbage bag full of basement clutter up to the trash bin. There's room for one more bag, and I'm hoping I'll manage to bring that up, too. It may be one bag at a time, but eventually I will get the basement decluttered!
Oh, and I did write "A New Poem", also. I started this one on the night of my mother's birthday and finished it a couple days ago.
What Dreams?
I step out, through and beyond the red door,
I step out, into the crisp almost Spring air,
I step out, into the deep hushed darkness,
Then step further, out into a gentle glow,
And gaze up...up into an inexpressible beauty,
The stars casting a pure brilliance
Out, out into the everlasting sky,
And the moon is settling into the west,
A shimmering pearl, a luminescent bowl...
I gaze up, breathing in the moonglow,
Searching, wondering what dreams
Are being born here... within... this aire tonight...
Trying to remember to be kind to myself is a challenge. Trying to find the right balance in exertion and listening to my body is a challenge. So, today I will accomplish a few things; laundry will be done and so far I have brought one garbage bag full of basement clutter up to the trash bin. There's room for one more bag, and I'm hoping I'll manage to bring that up, too. It may be one bag at a time, but eventually I will get the basement decluttered!
Oh, and I did write "A New Poem", also. I started this one on the night of my mother's birthday and finished it a couple days ago.
What Dreams?
I step out, through and beyond the red door,
I step out, into the crisp almost Spring air,
I step out, into the deep hushed darkness,
Then step further, out into a gentle glow,
And gaze up...up into an inexpressible beauty,
The stars casting a pure brilliance
Out, out into the everlasting sky,
And the moon is settling into the west,
A shimmering pearl, a luminescent bowl...
I gaze up, breathing in the moonglow,
Searching, wondering what dreams
Are being born here... within... this aire tonight...