Today, I’m posting this poem and making it my personal observations:
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918.
Pied Beauty
GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
Jun 19, 05:29AM PDT | 3 cheers | 0 comments
I started the task by sorting several week’s worth of mail that we were behind on sorting, and I shredded more than one full garbage bag full of papers. Everything else went into the recycle bin or into the large file cabinet. The mail file bin is now completely empty and ready for the next 5 year’s worth of stuff. It really has been about 5 years since I’ve gone completely through it, and the process reminded me of other, related tasks I needed to get done- all but one of which I actually did over the course of finishing this. It took me probably 5 hours all told.
Jun 18, 02:20PM PDT | 8 cheers | 0 comments
I am grateful for:
1. A pleasant and pretty lengthy phone conversation with my dad last night.
2. His Father’s Day card got there on time(I wasn’t sure it would).
3. A pleasant and pretty lengthy phone conversation with my younger brother last night.
4. A productive day today.
5. A clean house.
Jun 18, 02:13PM PDT | 5 cheers | 0 comments
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