Short Fall Post
In weather like this, when it is cool, cloudy, and sunless, I feel like sitting on the couch with a good blanket, a good book, and an open window. But, as Robert Frost reminds me, " I have promises to keep, and many miles before I sleep..."
That poem has been stuck in my head for almost two months now. I dont know why, but perhaps because now, at his point in my life, I can actually identify with the content...and is it weird that I see myself as the little horse in the poem? I, just like that horse, have an extremely hard time winding down at night for sleep or slowing down activities for a weekend rest. But when I look at my husband, or at all of my new Music Therapy Freshmen, I do pause. It's something about them that puts my priorities in perspective, even if it is for just a moment; and, even if I don't stop, I have paused. And that is good enough for me!
I cant wait for Christmas music to show up on the radio again. Since we live in the south, I think once Halloween hits, we shall ALL hear Santa's jingling jingle bells!
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
by: Robert Frost: “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
That poem has been stuck in my head for almost two months now. I dont know why, but perhaps because now, at his point in my life, I can actually identify with the content...and is it weird that I see myself as the little horse in the poem? I, just like that horse, have an extremely hard time winding down at night for sleep or slowing down activities for a weekend rest. But when I look at my husband, or at all of my new Music Therapy Freshmen, I do pause. It's something about them that puts my priorities in perspective, even if it is for just a moment; and, even if I don't stop, I have paused. And that is good enough for me!
I cant wait for Christmas music to show up on the radio again. Since we live in the south, I think once Halloween hits, we shall ALL hear Santa's jingling jingle bells!
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
by: Robert Frost: “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"