The days carry on in their scattered way. Always more to be done than the given hours can hold. And the attempts to be in more than one place at a time continue to be frustrated. Yet the days carry on. They keep moving forward and they carry us along. Maybe one day we can learn that it is less about how full every day is and more about what each day is filled with. (From yesterday’s daily poem.)
The Days Carry On
The Days Carry On
The Days Carry On
The days carry on in their scattered way. Always more to be done than the given hours can hold. And the attempts to be in more than one place at a time continue to be frustrated. Yet the days carry on. They keep moving forward and they carry us along. Maybe one day we can learn that it is less about how full every day is and more about what each day is filled with. (From yesterday’s daily poem.)