Yesterday we woke to a snow-day
a breathing day
Claire slept in,
cozy in bed,
tea and books
and talking to Michael
before heading out with shovels.
And Chewy, the big-eared dog, joyfully pronking
with Ralphie, our cutest new neighbor.
Cool air against skin
and green trees with white snow
Made me think of the New Year leaf I set sail in the river and how each day I’m noticing that there is much to be joyful about, like
buying myself purple tulips
and soaking in the quiet of my house during this winter break from work, tending to my home, clearing out, boxing things up to give away [books, clothes, stuff]
putting spider plant and asparagus ferns in the tub for a cool rinse
People are suffering from the loss of their precious children while others rage, yes rage with spittle coming out, at the thought of having their assault weapons not hunting rifles taken away and that somehow, if all the mental people could be listed in a database where we could keep track of them, I would be on the list, then for sure, people wouldn’t be going into elementary schools or movie theaters, or mosques, or universities or _____________
and letting loose rounds of bullets on innocent beings…
which is why some days, it is good to slow down, if you can, and sweep the kitchen floor, light a candle, make a sandwich for your husband/wife/friend/child, enjoy the simple calmness of folding white bath towels, and speaking on the phone with a beloved daughter.
wash the ferns
walk the dog
while you sit still
in the very quiet house
and say over and over into the air
“Today is a most unusual day, because we have never lived it before; we will never live it again; it is the only day we have.”