When I rush along without seeing,
When I rush about as though fleeing,
Some time-driven task,
I will stop and ask—
Can I slow, and take time for “being?”
As I am beginning this new year,
I have just one thought that is so clear.
The times I can share
With whomever’s there,
Are routes to connections that endear.
When I was ten years old,
I dashed outside New Year’s morning,
Filled with wonder that we had a NEW time.
I shouted up to the sky,
“This time is new!
It’s called 1949!”
How is weather affecting your mood?
Oh my, this warm week unlocked
Eager-to-be-outside joy!
I saw it everywhere I saw people.
Happy to be out, “doing.”
How have you “livened” up your COVID life this week?
Let me think of that question for myself …
Stationary bike riding let me finish very good book.
What have you “explored” recently?
Even though we’ve had MN as home for fifty years,
Seldom have Bob and I explored MN.