intrude on those carefully crafted goals
send sacred mud
do i sigh and grumble over my lost tasks?
truthfully? too often.
but when i'm paying attention,
i stop and look at my happy wildebeests,
soak them up with my eyes
douse them with kisses
and then we go play in leaves
gather up our thankfulness by the armful
press them flat in big books
mound them in bowls
wear them as necklaces
string them in garlands
and leaf chandeliers
that life is fleeting
and we have so much
to be thankful for
What do you do with unexpected windfalls?
Or maybe that should be, how do you deal with interruptions?
Or, for my writer friends: what is the secret to finding time to write while taking care of your brood?
I'd love your tips!
My latest happy book drool from the library:
The Dog Who Belonged to No One by Amy Hest, illustrated by Amy Bates is book that needs to be in my collection permanently.
The story is heart-warming and sweet, the overall design perfect - a kind of sepia tone to the pages, with a sort of silent movie style to it. And the pictures! Oh! I am smitten with Amy Bates' work. She captures the characters' essence beautifully.
Another book that you simply must see!
|from The Dog Who Belonged to No One|
illustration by Amy Bates
|from The Dog Who Belonged to No One, illustration by Amy Bates|