I’d like to share this with you……
Originally posted on Jena Strong:
by Dana Gioia
And in the end, all that is really left
Is a feeling—strong and unavoidable—
That somehow we deserved something better.
That somewhere along the line things
Got fouled up. And that letter from whoever’s
In charge, which certainly would have set
Everything straight between us and the world,
Never reached us. Got lost somewhere.
Possibly mislaid in some provincial station.
Or sent by mistake to an old address
Whose new tenant put it on her dresser
With the curlers and the hairspray forgetting
To give it to the landlord to forward.
And we still wait like children who have sent
Two weeks’ allowance far away
To answer an enticing advertisement
From a crumbling, yellow magazine,
Watching through years as long as a childhood summer,
Checking the postbox with impatient faith
Even on days when mail is never brought.
Response: The Letter
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Well you know how I said how hard it was to live without internet access for a while….well we went electricity free for 36 hours thanks to a burnt out single phase fuse box……
So picture this, dark house illuminated with the flickering flames of candlelight, a sick child, and no power……
Harking back to the dim dark ages, this was a time when a good sense of humour, a ready supply of tissues and some warm hugs, kept us going. (Not that any of that helped the food that became inedible during this time….). But it did make us appreciate how much we take the simple tricks of turning on a light to read, or to heat up your food.
During the long cold night, as I nursed my child, I realised that I was reliving a scene that was happening around the world, Mothers caring for sick children by candlelight, where access to power and medicine is limited. We live a comfortable life in the first world, where access to clean water, electricity and medicine is not hampered by war, strife, natural disaster. I wonder how many of us stop and give thanks for these modern conveniences?
I know I do, each and every day now!
My fourteen year old cat, lies panting, extremely distressed and on the edge. Her immune system has been severely compromised, and she’s just hanging in there. My dear old cat, she’s been with me through a lot, so I’m with her now. How long it will take to get through this, I don’t know, all I know is that she and I have gone through a lot together, and tonight we’ll go through more.
Her years of companionship have seen the death of my father (who gave her to me), my marriage, becoming a Mum, the loss of our dearly beloved older male cat, too many moves, and countless houses, to my own fight last year. She’s seen it all, and kept up the cat dignity through it all. But now even that seems to have gone, as she tries her best to fight her way back.
Whether she lives or dies tonight, we’ll be there for her, as she has been here for us.
I’ve been reading the work of Marcus Aurelius and I came across this sentence which I wanted to share:
By Marcus Aurelius written 167 A.C.E.
I still think it’s relevant today, as it was when it first written….
From one of my favourite authors, something to ponder on…..
“Choose your leaders with wisdom and forethought.
To be led by a coward is to be controlled by all that the coward fears.
To be led by a fool is to be led by the opportunists who control the fool.
To be led by a thief is to offer up your most precious treasures to be stolen.
To be led by a liar is to ask to be told lies.
To be led by a tyrant is to sell yourself and those you love into slavery.”