what a wonderful weekend
Sunday, 6 January 2008 12:51![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scotcheggfriday night - yoga
then home to cuddle on the couch and watch Eastern Promises while the storm rages on.
Saturday - we must have been beat - slept in.
errands and a great pot of chili.
scored at a thrift store with a lovely pair of clogs with sheepskin lining and a book of short stories. perfect for rainy day.
watched the debates and indulged our political addictions until i could not stand any of them any more.
up early. went for a long walk inbetween rain, home and i baked our French Toast, which is a lovely alternative.
read the papers together.
simon is at his writers group now - its a bath for me.
we MAY go to the movies tonight or we MAY NOT.
today i read about a poet that i instantly loved: Mary Oliver - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Oliver
Yes! No!
Mary Oliver
How necessary it is to have opinions! I think the spotted trout
lilies are satisfied, standing a few inches above the earth. I
think serenity is not something you just find in the world,
like a plum tree, holding up its white petals.
The violets, along the river, are opening their blue faces, like
small dark lanterns.
The green mosses, being so many, are as good as brawny.
How important it is to walk along, not in haste but slowly,
looking at everything and calling out
Yes! No! The
swan, for all his pomp, his robes of grass and petals, wants
only to be allowed to live on the nameless pond. The catbrier
is without fault. The water thrushes, down among the sloppy
rocks, are going crazy with happiness. Imagination is better
than a sharp instrument. To pay attention, this is our endless
and proper work.
then home to cuddle on the couch and watch Eastern Promises while the storm rages on.
Saturday - we must have been beat - slept in.
errands and a great pot of chili.
scored at a thrift store with a lovely pair of clogs with sheepskin lining and a book of short stories. perfect for rainy day.
watched the debates and indulged our political addictions until i could not stand any of them any more.
up early. went for a long walk inbetween rain, home and i baked our French Toast, which is a lovely alternative.
read the papers together.
simon is at his writers group now - its a bath for me.
we MAY go to the movies tonight or we MAY NOT.
today i read about a poet that i instantly loved: Mary Oliver - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Oliver
Yes! No!
Mary Oliver
How necessary it is to have opinions! I think the spotted trout
lilies are satisfied, standing a few inches above the earth. I
think serenity is not something you just find in the world,
like a plum tree, holding up its white petals.
The violets, along the river, are opening their blue faces, like
small dark lanterns.
The green mosses, being so many, are as good as brawny.
How important it is to walk along, not in haste but slowly,
looking at everything and calling out
Yes! No! The
swan, for all his pomp, his robes of grass and petals, wants
only to be allowed to live on the nameless pond. The catbrier
is without fault. The water thrushes, down among the sloppy
rocks, are going crazy with happiness. Imagination is better
than a sharp instrument. To pay attention, this is our endless
and proper work.
