Place: My Office
Poison: Water
Favourite Things: Ben Harper from Itunes…
My lovely friend Hannah sent this through via email and it reminded me of an article I read this week. The article challenged its readers not to fall into a land of entropy by relaxing through television, computer games or dvds, but in the place of relaxation to do something that stretches the imagination.
When we veg out, especially at the end of the year, when the sound of Christmas carols and New Years resolutions make our tired, haggard grey hairs curl. All we want to do is lie on the couch and watch DVD’s and chill. I know I do…But the author of this article, challenges us to get outside, to read poetry, to do something for the first time. Which I have been trying to do. Go do a gym class you have never done before, read a book of your bookshelf that has collected dust for years or read poetry.
Yeah you may not understand the cuplets and rythymn that the word groupings were intended for, but it will bring a fresh sense of wow, into your stale Christmas pudding kind of everyday.
Here is one now, an email from Miss Hannah this morning.
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…”
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)Â
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death
Get Poetic, not pathetic at the end of the year, its worth a try anyway.
Get outside the box this Christmas
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