Thursday, July 2, 2015
Imagine this! I was feeling sorry for myself today, tired of the pain and impairment my injury has visited upon me, when my husband sent me this poem that was read on NPR's The Writer's Almanac this morning. It was just what I needed to ponder to lift me out of my funk, reminding me that, despite my own narrowed choices, I may still dedicate my heart to such wonders as "red . . . berries in the snow." And other wonderful things.