Ten Degrees Fahrenheit

Welcome Morning

There is joy
in all:
in the hair I brush each morning,
in the Cannon towel, newly washed,
that I rub my body with each morning,
in the chapel of eggs I cook
each morning,
in the outcry from the kettle
that heats my coffee
each morning,
in the spoon and the chair
that cry "hello there, Anne"
each morning,
in the godhead of the table
that I set my silver, plate, cup upon
each morning.

All this is God,
right here in my pea-green house
each morning
and I mean,
though often forget,
to give thanks,
to faint down by the kitchen table
in a prayer of rejoicing
as the holy birds at the kitchen window
peck into their marriage of seeds.

So while I think of it,
let me paint a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.

The Joy that isn't shared, I've heard,
dies young.

~ Anne Sexton ~

I am not religious, but I do love this poem. It helps me to focus on what truly matters.

A very short entry today - I am leaving shortly to go to a UCONN Women's Basketball game in Hartford, prefaced by dinner at Trumbull Kitchen. 

No progress on spinning, but I hope to get a significant amount of sock work (why do I call it "work"? It's pure pleasure!) during the game.

Still no snow in Connecticut, but the ground is hard as iron and it's very still outside. Quite different from last year:

January 2011