Early, early mornings and cups of cocoa when those mornings are very cold and orange juice when they are not.
This morning, after working for some time on a business profile for a client, I visited some news sites and decided, 1-2-3, to give evenings over to news.
For the morning, I prefer poetry.
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
BY E. E. CUMMINGS
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)
It is a beautiful snowy day where I am. A day to celebrate seasons and sun and winter and snow.
A day to enjoy listening to Mary Oliver reading “Wild Geese.”
So, here she is. I hope you appreciate the gift of her words.
When I read something beautiful about Canada, I want to share it. Like this poem, by the gifted Billy Collins.
“You can have the other words — chance, luck, coincidence, serendipity. I’ll take grace. I don’t know what it is exactly, but I’ll take it. ”
― Mary Oliver