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Today’s poem from the Writer’s Almanac, which I get in my inbox every day, sounds so much like me I just had to post it.  You can hear Garrison Keillor reading it if you go here, plus see more interesting facts about today’s date in literary history.

Pursuit

by Stephen Dobyns

Each thing I do I rush through so I can do
something else. In such a way do the days pass—
a blend of stock car racing and the never
ending building of a gothic cathedral.
Through the windows of my speeding car, I see
all that I love falling away: books unread,
jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why?
What treasure do I expect in my future?
Rather it is the confusion of childhood
loping behind me, the chaos in the mind,
the failure chipping away at each success.
Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape
and so move forward, as someone in the woods
at night might hear the sound of approaching feet
and stop to listen; then, instead of silence
he hears some creature trying to be silent.
What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly
down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks;
the other ever closer, yet not really
hurrying or out of breath, teasing its kill.

"Pursuit" by Stephen Dobyns, from Cemetery Nights. © Penguin Books, 1987. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

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I know my life is crazy right now, but I need to take more time to enjoy what I’m doing at each moment and focus on the positive in things that happen during the day.  I had a meltdown last week from stress, and I think if I had been focusing more on the positive (and getting more sleep!) I would not have lost it the way I did.  Focusing always on the next thing steals my joy in the things I have accomplished and keeps me mentally frantic.  I think that should be one of my HealthMonth goals for next month — to be more mindful of the moment in which I find myself and also of my successes and joys.

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