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No time to stare...

I've been in a reflective mood this morning. Wondering what all the busyness is about.
I run in circles every day, like an ant pushing a crumb toward a hole, only to turn around and do the whole thing over again. Gone are the days when we used to while away a Sunday afternoon on the farm porch swing and let the Sunday afternoon move slowly over us, as we counted cars on the country road, or watched the leaves move lazily on the trees. The horses and cows would graze in the field and we'd just stare at nothing in particular and enjoy everything in general.
This verse says what I'm feeling.
Before the busyness of summer sets in - let's find some time to just stand (I prefer sitting) and stare. Blessings and enjoy! Barb

Time to Reflect

What is this life, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
Where squirrels hide their
nuts in grass;

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies
at night;
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance;
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if,
full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

By William Henry Davies

Comments

  1. Good post this morning, Barb. As a kid, I loved lying in the grass and just staring up into the branches of the trees, watching the leaves move, just as you said. Love those moments when nothing passes through your head except how beautiful it is to be able to just take in the beauty of the moment.

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  2. Seems as an adult, those moments fade away...

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  3. Thanks for the reminder. It's actually during summer that it's easiest for me to give myself permission to rest in the glory of the days.

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  4. I have too much time right now! I'll trade places:)

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  5. I love to stare!! But then again, I'm weird like that! XD

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  6. I love that poem, it reminds me of when I was growing up. I'd sit on the porch with grandma and we'd watch the cars go by on the dusty road, she'd swat at the flies on the porch banister, and we'd just sit and do nothing but while away the hours. Ahh, the memories.

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  7. Glad I'm not the only one who misses the whiling away of hours.

    Best to all of you.

    And remember to take a moment or two to stare.

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  8. This is SO my life right now! I miss my free time, my blog time, my gardening time... I'm pretty much tied up helping raise my newest grandchild. But those times will come again.

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  9. There used to be a guy that would be standing in the parking lot of the supermaket where I shop and he would just be there for hours staring. I saw him there daily for quite some time and then one day the police took him away and that was the last we saw of him. I always wondered what he was staring at so intently.

    Lee
    Tossing It Out

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  10. Thanks for this poem, and this is a good reminder. Yesterday was one of those super busy days so I am taking it slow this morning, and maybe I'll just have to take it slow all day!

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  11. We all need a day here and there that's slow - we need to schedule it on the calendar, unfortunately.

    We're retired and busy as ever.

    Here's to a slow day today or soon!

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