slow down

It's so good to do this once in a while. I've stayed home a startling 3 nights this week so far - one of them was a SATURDAY (unbelievable, I know). I appreciate all the friends I said no to who made this possible.

Anyway, in my reading adventures, I found a really beautiful snippet of a poem I thought many people should hear. It should encourage the socks off you (that's right - you'd better be barefoot next time I see you):

From "August in Waterton, Alberta" by Bill Holm

Above me, wind does its best

to blow leaves off

the aspen tree a month too soon.

No use wind. All you succeed

in doing is making music, the noise

of failure growing beautiful.