Poem that has always spoken to my soul:
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around it have it - it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less -
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars - on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
Time for confessions:
*I'm not as vegan as I want to be. I'm failing in almost every way. But my SIL pointed out to me once that it doesn't matter if we're perfect at the way we eat, as long as we try. I like that. I like it a lot. Because I sincerely do not have the self-control right now to eat the way I want to. And I'm tired of failing at every new recipe I try. I might have to just stick to the modified versions and "do the best I can."
*I let my girls play with Barbies, just like I did as a girl. And I'm okay with it.
*I didn't plant a garden this year and I've neglected my herb garden.
*The laundry hasn't been done for a week and is currently strewn all over the bedroom floors.
*I let my son run around in just a diaper.
*The dentist doesn't bother me. I got a cavity filled yesterday and it was actually rather pleasant. I know. I'm morbid.
*I'm sitting in my bathrobe typing this rather than putting away breakfast, starting the laundry, taking a shower, grocery shopping, and/or tidying up the house.
*I don't get along with a lot of the women in my ward. At the very most, I'm outspoken and hyper. At the very least, I'm outspoken and depressing.
*I married the right man who refuses to enable my demons. And I love him so much.
Do you have anything to confess?