I've been busy out in the yard...and in the studio....the weather is PERFECT!!!! Ty has been with me all week...Ty..her Mom and Dad all went to Yosemite today...I am babysitting their cats and Bella....I'm picking Andy up from work early...he has a smog appt....but...before I do I'm making a stop at the thrift store....and....I found an old book of poetry this morning.....I'll share this one with you....
There is joy
in the hair I brush each morning,
in the Cannon towel, newly washed,
that I rub my body with each morning,
in the chapel of eggs I cook
in the outcry from the kettle
that heats my coffee
in the spoon and the chair
that cry "hello there, Vicci".
in the godhead of the table
that I set my silver, plate, cup apon
All this is God,
right here in my burgundy house
and I mean,
though often forget,
to give thanks,
to faint down by the kitchen table
in a prayer of rejoicing
as the holy birds at the kitchen window
peck into their marriage seeds,
So while I think of it,
let me paint a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.
The joy that isn't shared, I've heard,
This sums it up for me on this beautiful Friday morning.....