November 5, 2018
Just back from my “alone-in a-cabin-survival-girl-in-the-woods-for-days” adventure and have stuff to say about that but want to think about it a bit first.
But I did spend some time thinking about silliness and how much I love it and how little of it I do. So I sat on the couch up there in the woods, cup of tea in hand. With my favorite mug from a best friend. A delicate white mug that has “courage” in black letters on it. She knows they are my fave colors. And I wrote a silly little free verse. And laughed. All by myself up there. In the woods.
So here it is:
THE BENEFITS OF A MESSY HOUSE
I did not make the bed this morning.
Only fluffed up the pillows.
Thinking as I left the room,
“It looks inviting, I’ll nap this afternoon.”
I did not wash the breakfast dishes.
Soaked them in the sink instead.
Watched a mother deer and babe.
Phoned my own grown child, “have a great day!”
I did not sweep the floors.
Left the leaves and crumbs from yesterday.
Be the tokens of our day.
So I smiled at the memories.
Tonight I gathered puffy quilts under my chin.
Snug in my bed I was.
Cherished each moment of the day.
“Tomorrow, there is always tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow I will wash the dishes.”
More about my “trip” next week.
PS: those of you who know me will recognize the humor, as I am often teased for being too organized!