I vowed to uphold the pact with S about waking to the flipside – all good – but sixth night in a row of no sleep and it was hard to hum sunny side of the street when the clock hit 6AM – although with two dogs now awaiting their walk – it wasn’t a linger in the bed and be woeful type morning – it was more like, damn I want more sleep and these dogs want to go out and you have no choice but to move. But I found this in my bedside drawer as I dug around for my Vitamin E cream to put on this horrible burn I got a couple of weeks ago – burned a hole in my finger – do you know how regenerative skin is? – my skin covered the hole – hard to believe – but it is still magenta colored so hence the E cream – meanwhile back to the point – here was my wake up missive found by way of a tear out from a magazine read a while ago:
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
That’s the spirit…great poem…gotta go, phone ringing….