Dust of the day
Light sometimes
Thick
Always clingy, magnetic, sure
Campaigning the status quo
Slow to retire, quick to spread
A swipe, a wipe
Smearing fragments till all is speckled
Cristened
With the mess of the day.
I just read a blog entry on letting go. The author related the need to let go in yoga to letting go in life, instead of fretting and focusing on obvious strength and success. Having participated in the yoga from P90X I can certainly appreciate the literal implications as well as the figurative. You should read it; it's a wonderful post: On Strength and Letting Go . It was a very appropriate read for me today, as I am finding myself getting more and more wound-up and fretful in the last several months. There have been a lot of struggles and stress in my life in the last couple years . . . things I don't necessarily have to expound upon, because frankly, I'm not sure how much it matters. Everyone has their piles of worry. I'm no different. I'm no more special with my grievances than the next person. I have been stretched very thinly, trying to take care of myself, my family, my husband's family, friends, work, and tr...
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