|(I want to say this is a picture I took from the plane when it stopped in Albuquerque on my way home from visiting my cousin in Vegas a few years ago… but don’t quote me on that.)
Happy Sunday, friends! I can’t believe it, but I am loving this cool, rainy day in August. Truthfully, I’d been dreading this part of the summer, as the temperatures around this time last year were not playing nice. I realize things could still change, but for now, I’m reveling in the novelty of enjoying a day of the eighth month in the year of our Lord 2013.
Then again, I just got back from a massage, so maybe the post-rubdown euphoria just hasn’t worn off yet. 😉 Does anyone else think too much during their massage? Like, why is she spending so much time on my neck? Don’t forget, you need to write that email when you get home. Should I stop to get gas tonight or in the morning? Finally, I told myself to just stop with all the thinks and enjoy the dang massage! So I let my mind wander on its own and it led me to one of my favorite Shakespearean sonnets:
By William Shakespeare
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
After that, I was able to appreciate the rest of the massage sans annoying mental reminders from my “to do” list!
Be brave this week, friends, and cherish your moments!