"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep and cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare."
William Henry Davies
i know i haven't written much lately.
but i've been busy.
busy living slowly.
busy thinking dreamily.
busy walking consciously.
busy staring at the sky.
busy with all the precious little things,
because they are plentiful, yet precious.
i'll get around to telling you about all this sometime.
maybe sometime soon.
or maybe not. this blog isn't about promises or obligations.
because let's face it, they stress me the heck out.
so happy friday folks.
i'm spending mine at home.
with dinner party leftovers (they are never-ending and delicious!) and an old movie.
and perhaps just a little bit of arty crafty-ness.