It is I who must begin
It is I who must begin.
Once I begin, once I try –
here and now,
right where I am,
not excusing myself
by saying that things
would be easier elsewhere,
without grand speeches and
ostentatious gestures,
but all the more persistently
-to live in harmony
with the “voice of being” as I
understand it within myself
-as soon as I begin that,
I suddenly discover,
to my surprise, that
I am neither the only one,
nor the first,
nor the most important one
to have set out
upon that road.
Whether all is really lost
or not depends entirely on
whether or not I am lost.
-Vaclav Havel
Beginning or not, this is turning out to be a very long weekend.
I had high hopes of just doing what needed to be done: laundry. shopping. cooking. reading. writing. painting. Instead? Quality time with my husband. A lovely Italian movie, Bread and Tulips. Annoying hours trying to reconcile my finances with the online bank records. I did the easy border of another lace face cloth, but I don't have the determination to concentrate on the lace itself.
This morning I will meet with a group of dear friends. I anticipate it with hope and a bit of anxiety. An over abundance of tender mercies usually makes me cry. Thinking about it makes my heart race! I shall put some tissues in my purse, polish on my fingernails, and fire in my belly.
All will be well!
2 comments:
Good friends are hard to find. Cherish them. Too bad we aren't Immortal, then you would always have time to do something...eventually. :-)
Hope you had a great time :)
Tulips? How wonderful!
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