Now that two HUGE extra responsibilities are almost at an end, my thoughts turn to the freedom that will be soon be mine. What to do? What to do? Oh, the possibilities . . . .
Paint the guest bedroom. I've redone that room in a light yellow with black outline theme. It's a very small room, but I think a nice yellow accent wall might be nice. Worth trying.
Host a salon . . . Wouldn't it be fun to invite people over just to sing and act and recite poetry...to be a little creative? Hmmm, I wonder how that might look, I mean, how we could structure it. Dinner, then singing or whatever? Maybe just an afternoon of hor d'oeuvres, punctuated by various creative activities.
I'd like to put some moulding around the doors entering the living room. Plus some wainscoting on one wall in particular. Saw a beautiful photo on houzz.com of three large panels on one wall, each one filled with beautiful wall paper. Wow; that could be stunning. Maybe each one as wide as two rolls of wallpaper; that would make it easy.
Write some essays.
Vacation. We head for Durango in August -- can't wait for that!!
And a quick trip to New York City in June, just David and I.
Maybe another The Artist's Way group study. That was a wonderful experience.
Get my study organized -- it's a disaster. Too much "stuff."
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Do you know this poem by Mary Oliver? Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
I am part of all that is.
I touch reality and it touches me.
Even disconnection announces my place.
The great endings, and the beginnings,
I float in the eternity of God's hand.