by May Sarton
In the middle of the night,
My bedroom washed in moonlight
The faint hush-hushing
Of an ebbing tide,
I see Venus
The waning moon.
I hear the bubbling hoot
Of a playful owl.
Ripple under my hand,
And all this is bathed
In the scent of roses
By my bed
Where there are always
Books and flowers.
In the middle of the night
The bliss of being alive!
So, in turn, I cherish the tattered book. And I too read from it from time to time.
As this year fades to an end allowing the New to bloom and blossom, I wish to thank each and every one of you for your visits here. Most of all I’ve appreciated when you take time to leave me a note and times when you’ve touched my heart by sharing some intimate or meaningful moment from your life, present or past. Thank you.
In the coming year, I plan to continue to read some fine books, to tell you some stories (brief as they may be), to knit (going to try some stranded knitting), to keep my body moving, to make my piano sing, and to pay very close attention to Mother Nature and what she has to offer. Here now, is my wish for you:
“May your coming year be filled with
magic and dreams and good madness.
I hope you read some fine books and
kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful,
and don’t forget to make some art –
write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.
And I hope, somewhere in the next year,
you surprise yourself.” – Neil Gaiman