Day 79, October 9, 2016 @10:26 am
Thanksgiving. Here I am with my cup of tea and the dog. There’s much to be thankful for. Each morning is an opportunity to do different, to do better. The decision lies in me and no one else in how and what direction I will travel. I am responsible for the results and consequences of my actions. At least they are from my conscious decisions. I’m not letting life happen to me.
It’s Sunday, ‘a day of rest’. I shall sit and linger awhile, sipping all the good stuff that is in my life. I shall contemplate and muse upon synchronicity – all those whispers that come to me when I am quiet and still. When I am willing and ready to listen and hear. I know there is much that I need/want to change. There’s much I need to question with: Is that really true? I recognize those moments that I need to ask. I recognize those times I’m fighting them. There’s a stubbornness and a twist in my heart. No, I don’t want to! It’s a big signal to ask: Is that really true?
Recognition is a gift to be thankful for. If I don’t recognize myself, how can I go forward? How can I be/do anything? On this Thanksgiving Day, I am grateful for this poem by Derek Walcott. It says everything that is in my heart at this moment.
Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.