April 24, 2011

Unforgettable Joys

Now and then, these unforgettable joys.
I close my eyes,
take a breath.
Vivid, unexpected delights in any given moment,
for the taking, every day.

Today’s brief column in a nod to spring, to Easter, and to April, National Poetry Month. Unfortunately, I do not remember, nor did I record, who wrote this poem. I did not and I wish I did.

Growing up and into adulthood, my mom frequently told me “You think too much. Don’t think so much.” She probably wanted to spare me the heartbreak and sadness she had in her life. Her advice didn’t stick.

Now in my 60s, encouraged by my husband Bill and a number of friends who’ve read my long, possibly tedious, e-mails on various subjects over the years, I'm putting my thoughts out for the world, or whoever stumbles across this site, to read.

You can’t post comments on this site, but if you’re compulsed to say something, you can drop me a note.

C

To the love of my life

My husband Bill is my editor, critic, personal Crayola King, and the designer of this site. He makes me better than I am.

C

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