I awoke and there was sunshine.
I wrote and was appreciated.
I cleaned the house and was proud.
I shopped and found what I needed.
I donated and was blessed.
I read and discovered a good author.
I napped and was refreshed.
I watched the grandchildren and was hugged.
I cooked and there were no leftovers.
I went to bed and there was my love.
Oh my, this wasn’t what I intended to write at all. Last night I jotted down the title, after having a mostly good day…
To break away from the damp grayness, Danny and I went to the McNay Art Museum in San Antonio to take in the grand display of landscapes by 19th and 20th century Impressionists on the last day they would be there. Then, we watched a fabulous movie, “The King’s Speech” at the Bijou theater. On the way home, Danny listened to NPR, while I basked in the lingering pleasure of the film. It touched me so very deeply. I was sad for the king and his upbringing, as well as for the whole British system of boarding schools and stiffness. (I can’t imagine not being allowed to be affectionate.) I wanted everyone with a social problem or disability to see this movie and either persevere to overcome it or accept it and love themselves despite what anybody else says or does. Overall, I was filled with contentment for a movie well written, directed, and performed.
We pulled into the driveway of our dark house, as I had anticipated being home before the sun went down and seeing the last football game of the day. Instead the game was over and, oh-my-god, the Patriots had lost! (How could that be? Brady had roared back in 2010 like a lion after being out all of 2009.) So, I made some chili, and we watched Masterpiece Theater’s “Downton Abbey,” filled with more aristocrats and tons of servants.
As we called it a night, I thought about the day and previous few days. I wanted to put into words what made me feel satisfied with my ordinary life and imagined a lengthy essay, but out popped this sparse poem. Go figure!
I experienced beauty and was awed…