What's outside my window? - [Found Poetry]
The Poem
Their path led them to the foot of the precipice. You feel so small when you're on the ground at the bottom of a hill.
the shadow of the mesa, a water-worn ravine, a path that zigzagged
an eagle flew past
a pile of bones
They emerged into the full sunlight.
Huxley, Aldous. Brave New World ; and, Brave New World Revisited. Harper Perennial Modern Classics, 2004, p. 104.
Some Reflections
I love my beautiful little home. It is my cozy next and I'm rarely tired of being here. Even I'm wishing for a little change of scenery. That came out in the words of the poem today. I'm craving a wide open space - a beach would be best but I'd even take the mesa's of today's poem.
I had groceries delivered by Ship't today. Later in the day, I had a conversation with a friend about how it's hard to feel safe bringing things in your house. I really like the shopper who has been doing my orders - this was the third one in a row that she has done for me. Still no yeast so no truly wild baking adventures but I may make a batch of cookies this weekend.
I'm looking forward to watching the Disney special tonight before I head to bed to put in one more day of this unusual groundhog work day and then trying to craft some sort of weekend activity to make the weekend different.