theseeman

Well,

School seems a no go, need to call registar or someone to confirm they don't want me back.

Cleaned alot but not enough. Still work todo. Almost did the morning write but didn't still may.

Didn't spook the girl perse but, ah here is some Yeats:

William Butler Yeats - The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water


I heard the old, old men say,
'Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.'
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
I heard the old, old men say,
'All that's beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.'

In 4 months I'll be 26.

I'm eating blueberries from my Dad's house not enough for a pie just like a freshwater pearl was too small to be set. Ha sometimes the writer in my speaks for eloquence over truth. I am fine and not melancholy. The morning is here and another day. I am going to do some journal work. scary thing to have a good job, a good place to live and no excuses not to work. I want to work. I enjoy it. A good friend of mine helped to remind me of that I am in her debt. danke/bitte all the live long day. Arigatou is too weak a word.


Morning Poem - Mary Oliver

Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches ---
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead ---
if it's all you can do
to keep on trudging ---
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted ---
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.