Month: January 2018

A Wooden Spade They Gave to Me

 

At the tidepools, A5 & H2

 

When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up
Till it could come no more.

  • Robert Lewis Stevenson

Early Mornings. . .

Productivity experts and uber-awesome moms extol the virtues of waking up early. The quiet, peaceful mornings. The crisp, cool air. The relaxed cup of coffee over Bible reading.

I’ve been experimenting with waking up early again. It’s been, oh, twenty years since I’ve had consistent early mornings.

I remember why. Anytime I wake up early, the little kids do to. And cranky.

I’m going back to bed.

 

“”Yes,” said the countess when the brightness these young people had brought into the room had vanished; and as if answering a question no one had put but which was always in her mind, “and how much suffering, how much anxiety one has had to go through that we might rejoice in them now! And yet really the anxiety is greater now than the joy. One is always, always anxious! Especially just at this age, so dangerous both for girls and boys.””

— Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace (aff)