Well, today is done and I am glad of it. Do you know the poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson?
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”
Aren’t those great words?? Such great words and seemingly so simple. And yet, the past weaves itself into today. We can do our best though. Yes, we can.
Today would have been my mom’s 69th birthday. It is getting lighter, this grief. I saw my brother today and we both agreed that we are just grateful that she isn’t suffering.
And to all those that live and dwell in Alberta! Wooooot! This is unprecedented. A left-wing government has been elected! Alberta is Canada’s Texas if that tells you anything about its politics.
Today I brought my Azalea inside because she is blooming as if it she meant it. A riot of colour sticking out in all directions even though she was pruned back last summer. Pruning always makes me feel uneasy because it feels as if I am punishing the plant for being so beautiful. No mind. She is holding nothing back this spring.
We had fried oysters and salad for dinner. I just got out of the bath and it is clean sheet day. Some days all is right with the world. (As long as I do not watch the news.)