Jane Kenyon wrote this beautiful poem, Otherwise. It makes me feel more aware of the many things I have, for which I am thankful.
Otherwise
I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.
At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.
Getting physical
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Training sessions have been going really well these past few weeks. I
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12 years ago
4 comments:
That poem is so true. Thanks Honor for sharing your love of poetry, just like grandpa consier shared his love of music with us. The first christmas that I remember was in the tavern. I can still see the lights on the tree. How they glowed in the dark when the tarvern closed for the night. It would be so still and quit. I still have some of the tree ornaments. You used to be able to see your reflectiion in them as they hung on the tree.
I can't believe you still have some of the tree ornaments from our childhood. Grandma and Grandpa Consier always made sure we had a good Christmas. I remember listening to Silent Night on the Jukebox. How is that for a memory? You have written some beautiful poems, Carol. I hope one day you will share them with everyone; along with your photography. At least share your bread recipe and the story about making it. I am glad that you liked the poem. Honor
I love this poem, Honor. It makes me pause and reflect on my blessings. Thank you for encouraging all of us to do that.
Thank you for all the encouragement you give me; and everyone else. I am glad you like this poem. I think it is special too.
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