I look for an opportunity now and then to post this comic my son Sam sent me a while back. He knows me well.
We had a 3.8 earthquake in Maine today. I felt it...and my neighbor Dan felt it because we met in the street after to see what the heck was going on out there. It doesn't happen that often in Maine...so it was a little disconcerting.
And it was one day after this Anne sent me a poem that actually mentions an earthquake. And just because you know how I like a good connection.....Dan is Anne's brother-in-law.
Yes
William Stafford
It could happen any time, tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.
Or sunshine, love, salvation.
It could, you know. That's why we wake
and look out - no guarantees
in this life.
But some bonuses, like morning,
like right now, like noon,
like evening.
I love this poem! Thanks Anne!
YES! The evening sky was lovely.
The eighth day!!! Perfect!
ReplyDeleteAnd YES to Yes by William Stafford (and to YES! glue of course!!!)—what a magnificent poem. Having it show up on your post this evening was another "good connection," as I read something else just a few hours ago that has had me reflecting on the "bonuses" to be found in present moments.
Thnaks, Maryann!
Eighth days....perfect poems....bonuses and connections: perfect indeed! I'm going to especially be thinking about "bonuses" today! Thanks Dotty!
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