Lying in bed watching the light on the walls, looking at the brilliant white, wispy clouds and the bit of willow tree I can see swaying in a slight breeze, and feeling mesmerized in the moment. And the then the moment passes, and I really do need to get up.
Making rice (for lunch), and changing out the shower curtain, because lately, every time it gets moved, it leaves a film on the side of the tub. I was scrubbing that off, the old curtain on down, the new one in a pile at another point in the floor, when my housemate stands at the door in his underpants asking me (perhaps rightly so), "Can't you do this later?" At that point, no. It was 7 am. Early, but when I had the energy (and it was cool enough to make any exertion in the house. And, I'll point out, I'm the only one in the house that cleans that tub, I couldn't deal with the grime anymore.)
It's so much cleaner now.
Anyway, this E.E. Cummings poem has been running through my head this morning:
i thank thee God for this most amazing
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
E.E. Cummings
(Interesting blog post on the poem, here:https://artandtheology.org/2016/04/27/i-thank-you-god-for-most-this-amazing-by-e-e-cummings/)
