On Sunday, Tin woke up sick and was sick on Monday, went to school on Tuesday, came home peaked, went back to school on Wednesday and picked him up very sick, last night he had stomach flu. Tin: “What’s diarrhea?” Mom: “That.” And so has gone this week. As I’ve had this sudden opportunity to be unable to do any of my to do list, I’ve been able to revisit and recycle things that have inspired me in the past. This is one of my favorite inspirational poems by Robert Bly:
It might be a little hard to read as it is pasted into my scrapbook. So here is what it says:
Things to Think
Think in ways you’ve never thought before.
If the phone rings, think of it as carrying a message
Larger than anything you’ve ever heard,
Vaster than a hundred lines of Yeats.
Think that someone may bring a bear to your door,
Maybe wounded and deranged; or think that a moose
Has risen out of the lake, and he’s carrying on his antlers
A child of your own whom you’ve never seen.
When someone knocks on the door,
Think that he’s about
To give you something large: tell you you’re forgiven,
Or that it’s not necessary to work all the time,
Or that it’s been decided that if you lie down no one will die.
~ Robert Bly ~