Joan Baez is to be applauded for the lyrics and song, but note that the lyrics are an allusion to Meditation XVII, by John Donne (1572-1631). It is the same piece from which Ernest Hemingway took the title of his novel For Whom the Bell Tolls (... therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.)
How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
(sweetie read this post and he takes it all back..."you have no bad features." that's what you get after 36 years. i love him.)
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. George Santayana
Usually I wade through January and mid-February with lead shoes. All extremities are cold and I take hot baths and relish my electric blanket. Well, today after reading this quote I intend to embrace this amazing season just for those very reasons. Thankful for a hot soak in the tub, evenings that beckon me to bed at an earlier hour, hot soup, and a little extra reading time.
First thing in the morning...the photo above is what I see looking out of my bedroom windows. But, always when I wake up it is still very dark outside. The photo below is what I see when I look in the mirror. The wedding and the holidays took their toll, but let's be honest...I would look pretty haggard anyway. My eyes are still red indicating that I am not getting enough sleep. Dang, it's getting harder and harder to fix up plus I had no idea I had an asymmetrical mouth!
* the Boise family safely arrived home
* sitting close at church
* grilled cheese and ham to send them on their way
* "touched you last"
* children yelling farewells from disappearing car
* ability to take down last tree
* toasty bed
* kitty purrs
* he waits in line early morning for the reservation
* fresh start
* she has the courage to apologize