So I am slowly coming down from the mountain.
Kicking and screaming.
Coming home was so sweet at first. I missed my boys so much that I even enjoyed folding their underwear for a couple days.
The honeymoon is over, and I’m knee-deep in real life again.
Which brings to mind the question: Why can’t we live perpetually in the carefree state of mind we inhabit during times of holiday?
I’ll tell you why.
Cause there are floors that need cleaning.
And children that need fed.
Appointments that need shuttled to.
And underwear that needs folded.
Sometimes real life steals my joy.
I struggle with keeping my mind on “…whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable…anything…excellent or praiseworthy…” as good ‘ol Paul exhorts me to.
Has anyone else been there?
I’ve had to be deliberate about my seeing these past couple days. Looking for beauty at each turn, so my heart will be happy with the every day. Letting eyes feast on the least noticed—which is sometimes where beauty rests.
This exercise has led me to thinking of poetry, and L.L.’s latest challenge. I’m late on the pick-up, but here is my offering.
Life is Poetry
Life is poetry
or poetry is life
This breathing in
damp breath fanning
a song to
of my young
as downy covers
The day drips
this meter of
if only God
eyes to see
Life as poetry.
And here are a few pieces of beauty that I found had bloomed out while I was away on birthday trip.
God give me eyes to see…