On those days when the sun won’t shine,
poems won’t rhyme,
the dryer’s broke,
gone up in smoke,
and the commode has overflowed,
I want to know,
I want to see
what else might be.
“Be in the now,” the wise ones say,
but on those days
Miss Peggy Lee *
speaks more for me.
* For those of you who are younger than I or who listened to more elevated music, the reference is to Peggy Lee’s hit, “Is That All There Is?”.
Okay, so since you posted this on my birthday, I guess I’ll remind you that no, that’s not all there is. You seem to have left out the pain of childbirth, frustration of child-rearing, and the shame of realizing that, despite your best efforts, you’ve raised sassy, smart-mouthed, disrespectful children.
J-Right away I thought of your post of the 16th about “Peace’. Also, the movie title “What Dreams May Come” popped instantly in front of my mind’s eye. I wonder whether it’s our Western culture-being inculcated from early on to expect, to catagorize, to judge, to expect . . . I often reflect in my own life the ‘goods’ & the ‘bads’ and long to be free of the imposed polarization. Sometimes I get there & sometimes I squirm in resistance for way, way too long. I prefer to believe that I am open to ‘what dreams may come’ as I script my days, being enough in the moment to experience the the smoke and the overflow as just what they are: the expression of the next moment here on earth. Shell