|Let us all be grateful...|
Don't you just love it when everything ticks along perfectly, even though the children are playing up, they watch too much telly (probably not unrelated) and all is well with the world?
Well, sort of, if you don't count single parenthood, a mortgage that will only be paid if you keep your fingers crossed so tightly no money could ever be able to slip through them and the weather being shit.
Yes, we love a normal day.
Here is a poem I read years ago, or one very much like it, which often comes to mind when things are delightfully and blessedly mundane.
Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure that you are.
Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before we depart.
Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Let me hold you while I may, for it may not be always so.
One day I shall dig my nails into the earth,
or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself tart,
or raise my hands to the sky and want, more
than all the world, your return.
By Mary Jean Iron