Today I stepped off the bus into ACSI and saw this verse flying on a banner.
Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it. - Proverbs 4:23
It reminded me of the Frost poem I read a few days ago. Tender, tentative but also sure.
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.
I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.
You come too - is that a question, a command, a reassurance?
I felt quite fragile when I got home. Sad. I took all my clothes out, discarded the ones I no longer need, and folded the rest back into neat piles, the fabric stacks a comfort. I did some yoga on the new carpet. digging my hands and toes in to the thick soft hair of the carpet. And then after dinner I heard this beautiful, soaring song, and it reminded me of a wonderful, wise friend in Cambridge, so I sent her the song and a little gratitude spiel, and for some reason telling her how much she means to me made me feel so much happier.
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