I Feel It All

Nothing has been superbly blog-worthy
as of late.
It's just a lot of work and frustration and
anxiety. A natural process of anybody's life.
It seems there is so much of it.
So much work.
So little work ethic.
Too much riding on it
to let it go for just a little while.


I am slacking so much,
it hurts me.
But I can't figure out how to fix it.
I am not doing very well at all.
Perhaps to accomplish things
one must put aside all else
and focus.


But then there is no perspective,
so all is lost and askew
and who knows what I'm going to do.


Right,
I am going to continue living
and breathing and being.
Because it is all I can do 
steadfastly and surely.
Being is my anchor,
I would suppose.


I enjoy that.
For no matter what,
we all continue in 
our being.
We sleep,
and it's beautiful.
We wake and look out our windows
and it's beautiful.
We love and realize there is much to hope for
and it's beautiful, too.


So I shall keep perspective,
as we all must in an age so full
of contortion.
I hope you can wake up
and say "what a lovely sleep"
and look out your window and
whisper "it's so nice out,
that birds look so pleasing
against the sky".


To keep in mind the small things
is to keep us alive.
In this sense we really ought
to be smelling those roses
and jumping in the rain puddles.


It's all about perspective.
The most fascinating, wonderful gift
we have found.


Also,
there was a classically awkward photo op
today, and he said "come here", very nicely and softly,
and put his arm around me 
and we took our awkward photo.
He then said "I am the most unphotogenic person. Ever." 
Which is not true all the time.


After which he was so very nice,
and made me blush, in spite of myself.