I've been making a real conscious effort to stop each day and sit to knit two rows of my Monet scarf while I listen to an audio book. I'm listening to the Prophet by Kahlil Gibran 1883-1931. I'm rather enjoying it. I did wonder how I would manage listening to poetry on audio and I'm pleasantly surprised I like being read poetry.
With life changes of finishing home schooling and celebrations of James getting his full drivers license yesterday (passed with 100%) its rather reflecting listening to Gibran's poem on Children.
On ChildrenAnd a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Snow moon taken at 2am - I often never sleep around full moon time hence why I was outside at 2am this morning taking photos of the full moon - as you do!~
Do let me know if you snap any full moon photos.
Ecostore has a fab offer that I've taken advantage of and thought blog readers in New Zealand would love to too. My naturopath paper I'm working on at the moment is all about environment toxins - does your head in when you work out how many toxins we are exposed to daily.
Linking to yarn along