I guess it's because, if you didn't get it done the previous year, there's no reason to think you'll do something just because the calendar turns. It makes sense. Still, I was in the mood to make a few changes today and decided January 1 was as good a time as any to get started. I kicked this off by rolling up the area rug in our living room and throwing it out. Then I made a resolution to get rid of our area rug. We've got two cats and a dog and let's just say--it's easier to clean cat fur balls off a wood floor than a rug. Things were already looking up and I was ahead of the 80% failure curve.
|My mom - sweet 16|
Next I thought about what I'd like to do differently with my blog this year, and I decided I'd like to share some of my favorite poems. Other people write about books they've read or art they've done or photos they've captured -- and I write about those too now and again, but I want to share the things I really treasure - and that is poetry. I don't mean poems I've written -- I look back and find most of mine to be drivel and I'll spare you that -- but things others have written. They are words that made me think about things in a new way, or captured a feeling I had experienced, or painted a picture in my mind. So I sorted through all my favorites and got them ready, and every Wednesday this year will be Poetry Party Wednesday here at Quinceberry.
And to kick off the party, even though it isn't a Wednesday, one of my favorites by e e cummings...
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
e e cummings