I recently had an abscess in my tonsil, and for several days I thought I was going to go mad with the pain and pressure. For those few days, I continually contemplated how quickly I had come to understand the blessedness of my day-to-day, gloriously pain-free existence—and how ungrateful I am for the countless moments I am blessed.
Routines are what structures we need in everyday living. Your injury opened up a portal to another Universe of mundane things. It's how we join the ecstatic and the ordinary. So enjoy these moments with your family however dry or dare I say routine. Yes there is a circle which we circulate in. It's been there for centuries. Your poem is simple, succinct, and glorious to us simple-minded, traditional folk.
Great poem for those of us who live with unseen maladies. (My true confession: Lupus and depression.) There are days it is hard to change clothes or take a shower.
This is the best Sherman! I love that you write about your injury (so glad you're healing up) and busy family life and record it from your Subaru. It makes me feel like I'm right there beside you doing the same thing, probably because I am doing exactly that in the province right above you.
How lovely. This lead me to consider my husband's loss of eyesight, which happened over a period of a few years.
Finally the time came for him to give up driving. He sold his beloved Jaguar convertible.
I took over the driving, the lawnmowing, the household errands. I don't mind picking up the slack - if the situation was reversed he would do the same for me and more.
But there is something I miss very much - riding shotgun.
We foolishly take things these daily mundane activities for granted.
Now I know that riding in the passenger seat when someone I trust with my life was behind the wheel was a priceless gift.
It really is the simple things we do often that make life, life.
Nice one.
Wonderful! I need to read this daily. An excellent poetic reminder.
my family empathizes only too well
Amen!! Very true and clear message!! We take so much for granted, it's good to be reminded of the small things!!
Love this poem.
Congrats on free wheeling!
Welcome back to the wonderful mundane
So much to cherish in ordinary life. Small becomes big. Congratulations
Sherman, I love this poem. It's true that doing ordinary things -- especially when once a person couldn't -- is a blessing.
I recently had an abscess in my tonsil, and for several days I thought I was going to go mad with the pain and pressure. For those few days, I continually contemplated how quickly I had come to understand the blessedness of my day-to-day, gloriously pain-free existence—and how ungrateful I am for the countless moments I am blessed.
Routines are what structures we need in everyday living. Your injury opened up a portal to another Universe of mundane things. It's how we join the ecstatic and the ordinary. So enjoy these moments with your family however dry or dare I say routine. Yes there is a circle which we circulate in. It's been there for centuries. Your poem is simple, succinct, and glorious to us simple-minded, traditional folk.
Great poem for those of us who live with unseen maladies. (My true confession: Lupus and depression.) There are days it is hard to change clothes or take a shower.
Regular days are the best. Out of bed, shower, coffee, go out to the store, and back home. That is a huge Victory!
This is the best Sherman! I love that you write about your injury (so glad you're healing up) and busy family life and record it from your Subaru. It makes me feel like I'm right there beside you doing the same thing, probably because I am doing exactly that in the province right above you.
How lovely. This lead me to consider my husband's loss of eyesight, which happened over a period of a few years.
Finally the time came for him to give up driving. He sold his beloved Jaguar convertible.
I took over the driving, the lawnmowing, the household errands. I don't mind picking up the slack - if the situation was reversed he would do the same for me and more.
But there is something I miss very much - riding shotgun.
We foolishly take things these daily mundane activities for granted.
Now I know that riding in the passenger seat when someone I trust with my life was behind the wheel was a priceless gift.
Amazing how otherwise mundane tasks become Olympic level achievements after an injury. Humbling and exciting at the same time. Good for you, Sherman