Today I worked very hard on cleaning my bedroom. It looks terrific and I can actually see the floor. :) I’m going to beat this packratitis if it’s the last thing I do.
I talked to my Mom today and she’s working really hard on bettering herself. I hope so much that she can do it this time. She had a rough day today, like the day I had on Tuesday. At least she didn’t wallow in self-pity. She called me and we talked and I think I made her feel better. :)
I’ve been listening to the “Film Scores” station on Launchcast all day. The music is classical in nature I guess and I just love it. :)
I’m thankful that my mother is making a concious effort to better herself. She is renewing her relationship with God and seems to be getting a lot out of it.
A poem in my mailbox today:
And that is…
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of
white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!”
Gone from my sight. That is all.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says:
“There, she is gone!”
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:
“Here she comes!”
~~And that is dying.
~Henry Scott Holland~