I am not looking at my worn and aging windows, nor my piles of things undone, taxes, household follow up, all the things that really need my attention ~  instead I am just going to wander around on this page ~ with autumn jazz station playing To You by the Gene Harris Quartet and as I listen I am filled with a rare-for-me feeling ~ a smiling, sighing contentment. 

“There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,

A quiet house, some green and modest acres

A little way from every troubling town,

A little way from factories, schools, laments.

I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,“

This piece was penned on Sunday December 22nd, the day I thought was Winter Solstice but it wasn’t. That has been a bit of a theme for me this past year; things I thought were or would be, never materialized.

“No One Told Me”

I can’t count how many times in my life I have thought this…

I needed this poem, when my wise friend Amanda sent it to me on December 11th. I would need it more each day after.