my winter smphony

To live content with small means;
to seek elegance,
rather than luxury,
and refinement,
rather than fashion;
to be worthy, not respectable,
and wealthy, not rich;
to study hard, think quietly,
talk gently, act frankly;
to listen to stars and birds,
to babes and sages,
with an open heart;
to bear all cheerfully,
do all bravely,
await occasions, hurry never.
In a word, to let the spiritual,
unbidden, and unconscious
grow up through the commonplace.

This is to be my symphony.

William Henry Channing

It seems like I have been on the road for this whole month. And the worst thing about being on the road is to be sick on the road. Why is it that the most wonderful bed and the finests linens in the world are no comfort compared to ones own bed at times like these.

A couple of days after I arrived home the snows came,and a get well card arrived in the mail with those lovely words from William Henry Channing hand written in them. My own bed, family, friends and inspiration. That is my symphony.