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
and out
damp breath fanning
on cheeks
and necks
and shoulders
Folding underwear
gives soft
lumpy
joy
The chop
chop
chop
of knife
gives rhythm
and sizzle
of butter
in pan
a song to
dance to
Smooth skin
of my young
smells like
sunshine
as downy covers
surround our
heads
The day drips
this meter of
time
if only God
gives
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.
20 comments:
Love the eggs! And love the fragility of this poem, that offers such round little gifts as these...
damp breath fanning
on cheeks
and necks
and the part about the knife chop, chop, chopping...
Your yard looks IDENTICAL to what I have blooming in mine. We're still cold and I AM SO READY FOR WARMTH! Coming down off the mountain...it is bittersweet.
You are so gifted Laura!
Poetry is not my gift. It's so beautiful and I wish I were expressive like that.
I definitely know the feelings you felt upon returning from vacation.
You need to do the Esther study. It's so good. We women are all so much alike and feel so many of the same things. It helps to know that!
Love your pictures! I'm so thankful for sight. God has surely given us some amazing things to behold.
Love ya & pray for you often!
Val
"gives rhythm"...
Your words do.
Thank you, Laura....
All's grace,
Ann
Our daffodils are all bloomed out, enjoying the other flowers now - azalas, iris. Your poem is lovely - liked the line "Folding underwear gives soft lumpy joy" That is really looking for joy in the midst of a common life. Lovely!
sometimes i fold underware, and somtimes i just throw it in the drawer and call it good.
cool poem.
Always a deliberate choice to find God in my daily. He's always there; sometimes, I just refuse to stop and look. As I grow older, I'm learning the value of my stopping. I think it's one of the rare gifts of the aging process. We finally get to the point of realizing that there is a Point beyond our routine!
Love the pictures.
peace~elaine
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Laura,
As I stop in on a few uplifting blogs this morning before I get about the business of my life.... Thank you for the beautiful words... I so enjoy your writing! I loved the pictures, spring is just so pretty!
In Him,
Tina
How did you get inside my head for this last week as I came home from that awsesome weekend trip???
I just asked God why does my head still have to tell my heart how to feel after all these years.
Remember joy is a fruit. It just blooms in us the longer we walk with him and so is peace. As I read in Judges 6:24 "God is peace" it spoke so much to me. The fruit is Him. He just is. In us. I just have to let Him be.
It's hard to come back to life and dirty floors and underwear.
Me too friend, me too!
Philippians 4:8 just keeps coming at me, perhaps it will be one of my scripture memories for April.
Thank you for doing life with me, even from miles and miles...I still sense you and your love close.
Lovingly,
Yolanda
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Beautiful, Laura! All of it :)
Nice Blog
life is poetry.
but every once in a while, I wish it were:
life is vacation.
sigh. oh well. it keeps me longing for heaven, sweet friend!!! haha.
Words that warm my heart today and pictures to match! Life is poetry, isn't it?
Wow, I like your photos, especially the eggs and the blossoming tree! I wrote a poem for this challenge and then was too shy to post it. It's really neat though, I used these exact same words, just at the end.
"Life is poetry
or poetry is life"
I love your poem. Speaks of a lot of the things I have been thinking on lately... how beauty and poetry surround us... if we would just open our eyes to SEE and feel it.
What treasures you found upon your return! So glad you enjoyed your time away. I like these words:
"gives rhythm
and sizzle
of butter
in pan"
I keep saying them over and over and it makes me smile :0)
like a child picking flowers ...
and this one ... and this one ... and this one too!
the dailiness of life is poem.
you're invited ...
http://weavingthehours.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-oclock-afternon-hour.html
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