Off For A Bit, Then

G’s sister is coming to visit tomorrow for a bit over a week, so other than for work, I probably won’t be here much.  Therefore, I leave you with following to think about and my morning view from the kitchen window…

The Tao of Love

After a while, you learn the subtle difference between holding a and and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love does not mean leaning and company does not mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses are not contracts and presents are not promises.

And you begin to accept rejection with your head up and your eyes clear, with the grace of an adult, not the heartache of a child.

And you learn to build your life on now, because tomorrow is too uncertain.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.

Plant your own garden and decorate your soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And after a while you learn that you really have infinite worth.

Grumpy blessings!


5 thoughts on “Off For A Bit, Then

  1. What lovely sentiments, and what a lovely view out your kitchen window – thanks for sharing both! Hope all goes well with your visitor. I’ll catch up with you in a couple of weeks when I’m back from California.


  2. You have a knack for writing exactly what I need to read. Thank you. 🙂 Hope you have a lovely visit (or a fast one if it’s less-than-lovely.)

  3. Hope you have a great visit! Lovely garden, really lovely.

    That poem always reduces me to rubble. In some future life I hope to comprehend it and find it comforting all at once. So far, no go.

  4. Pingback: After a While… I may understand this poem « Making Space

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