Ah! I feel myself beginning to heal. Of course, I slept a good deal today. My hand had become infected, and Jan has kept heat on that, and not wearing shoes for two days is helping my feet, so everything is beginning to heal. My skin is so sensitive that it is sometimes painful when anything touches it, but I have had quite the respite these last two days with soft clothes, soft hands, soft talk, soft air.
My niece Katy got up this morning, and grabbed the glass from which Santa drank his milk. She figured they could get the DNA off the glass, and clone Santa. Now there is an idea! Each of us with our own Santa. Of course, keeping him in cookies and egg nog might be something, but imagine having such such a cheery, talented guy around all the time. I see that the modern child has quite a different view of things than when I was growing up! It is quite entertaining indeed!!
I offer a poem from "Good Poems for Hard Times."
by Lisel Mueller
What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.
We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
so we could listen
to their emotional language,
and because we loved graceful profiles
the pitcher received a lip,
the bottle a long, slender neck.
Even what was beyond us
was recast in our image;
we gave the country a heart,
the storm an eye,
the cave a mouth
so we could pass into safety.
Safe caves, love, peace, and coziness to All!!