Tuesday, October 18, 2011

I wish I would be easier on myself.  Why do I not allow myself to make mistakes without feeling like if I had just done such and such, or this or that, I could have prevented blankety blank?  GRR!
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  1. Sonya SaxifridgeOctober 18, 2011 at 9:15 PM

    Acceptance

    When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
    And goes down burning into the gulf below,
    No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
    At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
    It is the change to darkness in the sky.
    Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
    One bird begins to close a faded eye;
    Or overtaken too far from his nest,
    Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
    Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
    At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe!
    Now let the night be dark for all of me.
    Let the night be too dark for me to see
    Into the future. Let what will be, be.'
    -Robert Frost

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