I often think of this poem by Robert Herrick when my mind wanders to worry and I forget how lucky I really am ...
Lord, thou has given me a cell
Wherein to dwell.
And little home, whose humble roof
Is weatherproof.
Under the spars of which I lie
Both soft and dry.
Where thou my chamber for to ward
Hast set a guard
Of harmless thoughts to watch and keep
Me while I sleep.
Low is my porch as is my fate,
Both void of state;
And yet the threshold of my door
Is worn by the poor,
Who thither come and freely get
Good words, or meat.
Like as my parlour, so my hall
And kitchen’s small:
A little buttery, and therein
A little bin,
Which keeps my little loaf of bread
Unchipped, unflayed.
Some little sticks of thorn or briar
Make me a fire,
Close by whose living coal I sit,
And glow like it.
Lord, I confess, too, when I dine
The pulse is thine,
And all those other bits that be
There placed by thee:
The worts, the purslane, and the mess
Of water-cress,
Which of thy kindness thou hast sent;
And my content
Makes those, and my beloved beet,
To be more sweet.
‘Tis thou that crownest my glittering hearth
With guiltless mirth,
And givest me wassail bowls to drink,
Spiced to the brink.
Lord, ’tis thy plenty-dropping hand
That soils my land,
And givest me, for my bushel sown,
Twice ten for one;
Thou makest my teeming hen to lay
Her egg each day,
Besides my healthful ewes to bear
Me twins each year;
The while the conduits of my kine
Run cream for wine.
All these and better thou dost send
Me, to this end:
That I should render, for my part,
A thankful heart,
Which, fired with incense, I resign
As wholly thine;
But the acceptance—that must be,
My Christ, by thee.
Tuesday marks two of my three weeks that I am suppose to wait and see how I am doing. Doctors orders and all that. This week I recovered from a cold within 48 hours that seemed to take others down for weeks, I gardened, hiked with Boonie, completed all the laundry and found the theme to my story that I have been at a loss to create. I handled a three boy sleep-over where I think they went to sleep at 3:30am and awoke at 5:00am.
So maybe this is working? We also had breaks from the rain, where I was able to get outside in the sun. There seems to be something with me and the sun. Possibly I don't get enough Vitamin D...?...
Brian's conference with school "team" went very well. I adore his teacher, and I can see that she cares deeply for my son. I WAS NICE. My x husband quipped, "Wow, you sure handled that superbly." Like I don't always?? How does he think we got Brian to this point?
John instant messaged me this week for an update and questions on some past stuff. I realize by his im that I often forget to 'wrap up' my stories. Hey - I am impressed a beau from about eight years ago actually reads my dither. So now I have to complete my stories...?
Never finishing a story is an Irish trait. My grandmother was this way. She'd juggle oranges and tell us kids a story, be interrupted and we'd have to chase her down to get her to tell the ending.
This week begins the countdown to my next Dr's visit and a review of how I am doing.
I just wish the medicine came in dark chocolate...
Until next time-
C
