Wow. Was that lovely mountain getaway really only four days ago? It’s amazing how quickly I’ve gotten pulled back into the desperate juggling act that is my normal life.
This is a good time to remind myself of the following poem, which my mom clipped out of a magazine sometime in the early 1980s. For years she kept it posted on the refrigerator. I saw and read it so often throughout my childhood and adolescence that I know it by heart. And I’m glad I have it in the pocket of my memory, to pull out and ponder on days like this.
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