If the past year has taught us anything, it’s to be happy with the small things in life. A beautiful walk, a tasty dinner, a good book. Although I miss doing a lot of things, I really enjoy not feeling pressured or stressed because there’s so much to do. This poem by Jane Kenyon kind of illustrates that feeling. Even though we know things will change again (and obviously, that’s a good thing), we should try and find the normalcy of life in the little things. Try and cherish them, before it’s really all over.
I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.
At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.
Jane Kenyon
Alix in Wonderland 