I’ll just begin by telling you a certain child in my family vomits seven times last night. This is the other child (not the one with the entirely different virus).
I don’t actually wake up this morning because I never actually went to bed.
Everyone complains. Everyone feels miserable, and to make matters worse, it’s a holiday! We’ll miss the bike parade, the hot dogs, the fireworks–everything.
Then I check my email, and a new friend sends me a link to her blog. She’s entitled it “Dwell in Possibility.” I think about the phrase all morning because it resonates deeply. I’ve heard the phrase before–from some distant place–that recalls a beautiful hoping in me.
Then I remember. It’s from Emily Dickinson. I love Emily Dickinson.
I dwell in Possibility —
A fairer House than Prose —
More numerous of Windows —
Superior — for Doors —
Of Chambers as the Cedars —
Impregnable of Eye —
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky —
Of Visitors — the fairest —
For Occupation — This —
The spreading wide of narrow Hands
To gather Paradise —
I read the poem again and again. Today, I choose to gather Paradise.
Journal: What are the possibilities of this day? Who could even name them all?
It IS a fairer house than Prose, isn't it? And I love windows. 🙂
I checked out your friend's blog and am now following it. Her attitude is akin to yours – what can I pull out of life even and especially when it is not “perfect?” I am so sorry to hear bout your ill kiddos – esp. the high temp girl.
I have agreed to go into work tonight. I wasn't thinking, it is the 4th of July and I have firework-phobic dogs! However, I had also, in my heart, decided to be more available to work and to others with flair and w/o complaining. See what you are doing to me?! LOL. Thank you for sharing the Emily Dickinson poem. AWESOME.
Oh, I hope all is well soon so you all can be released back into the wonderful spaces of the West.
Beautiful poem; one that I don't recall ever reading! Thanks for bringing it to my attention.
Hope your little ones are well soon!