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Today’s guest poet – Rumi

A Moment of Happiness

A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden’s beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

 

(I may have to back up a day since I missed yesterday!)

Photo title:  Contrasts

Topsail Beach, North Carolina.

Quote of the day: “Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into flame by another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light.”  —  Albert Schweitzer

Daily gratitudes:
Seabird songs
Finishing work (finally) for a few days
The sea
Shell seeking
Sunsets
Moonrises

which is the nice thing about a vacation here…it’s okay. Our excursion has been delayed until Friday, due to a poor night’s sleep on both our parts, and a bunch of work for me today. So we will gradually wean ourselves away from here over the next few days, being basically homebound today, but perhaps with a walk to the pier and the bookstore. Tomorrow, we head to Hampstead to lunch with waywardbound, pick up shrimp for dinner – maybe play a round of mini-golf. Friday, we make our way South for a day-long adventure. Saturday, we pack up and hang out. And Sunday, well…sigh. But I won’t think about that today. I’ll think about that on Sunday. Slow and gradual withdrawal from a place we love.

that I can look at my daughter and marvel at how beautiful she is.

that I know the postmistress by name and that she is the same woman who has been here since I was a child, that she still recalls my parents, and that I now know her sad past.

that the roller rink is still above the post office.

that Mr. Godwin also remembers my parents and shared with me his frustration with the DMV not renewing his license because he couldn’t idenitfy what all the roadsigns meant.

how hot is was today.

remembering my Dad walking to the post office every day, and the few days when the heat index was so high that my Mom would drive to get him, even though it’s less than half a mile.

that I have been here for three days and have read two books and have a glow to me from the sun.

that the new chairs on the back deck are an awesome shade of purple.

that it was a pretty fair day for boogie-boarding.

that we have an excursion planned for today (even though it will mean being away from home).

that I can always rely on the waves to tell me the truth.

The Back Porch

 

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