I've decided to share bits of writings and poems on Tea Reads, as well as full-length reviews. I've posted a poem by Wallace Stevens that I found when I paused at Bloglily's this morning. I'd love to hear your thoughts.
What I wish for: time and serenity enough to read poetry, digging deep into one poet or scattershot through many.
My friend Janet shared this article with me: "Why is me time such a big deal?" Read it - at least you won't feel so alone in your riotous lives.
Why do I feel so melancholy today? I'm two days out from a migraine. This one slapped me in the head and stomach, but I was able to take care of those problems without too much agony. But it also attacked my eyes, and I had two days' worth of stabbing and aching-eye consciousness.
Oddly, I was able to watch a couple of episodes of "Brideshead Revisited" with my husband, in perfect comfort. Whatever would I do without his loving presence?
(By the way, not only is Bloglily's blog a delight, but so is the list of blogsites on her sidebar.)