Thankful for an unhappy thing: The Yoga Retreat I love so much was cancelled due to illness. So I've had all morning to piddle. I've been clearing my desk (again) and doing clerical chores. I am such a bad secretary to myself. Shhhh. No complaining on Gratitude Days! It is nice to have some time where I can do the things I know need doing, without a sense of not being able to get it all done. This is found time. Nice.
One thing I found was a beautiful poem by physician-poet, John Stone:
Everything is Going to Be All Right
How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart.
The sun rises in spite of everything
and the far cities are beautiful and bright.
I lie here in a riot of sunlight
watching the day break and the clouds flying.
Everything is going to be all right.