A glimmer of light

[beetiger]

I've been a bit on the misery side for the last few days. I've gotten locked out of both a cooking class at the CIA and some of the games I most wanted to do at Intercon I by somehow getting disorganized about exactly when I did signups. I'm coming down with a scratchy sniffly miserable sort of cold. I've been frustrated and lost about what to do with the information from Rhys' school that they pretty much have no gifted programs or support at any of the elementary levels, that the "teachers just do what they can". I'm also kind of lost about the whole jobhunting thing.

But this morning I put on an old coat to take Rhys out to the bus, and in the pocket I found a folded up scrap of paper with one of my favorite poems on it. Call me sentimental, trite, or drawn to the overdone, but this one always restores gratitude to me.
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i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of allnothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)


(e.e. cummings)