A Poem, a Book and a Thought.

My therapist (it still sounds funny to say that) gave me this poem to think about:

Love After Love - by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.


My Husband gave me this book to read a long time ago, and I think it might be time to read it again.

My brain gave me this thought today: when you were just a twinkle in the Creator's eye, do you think He was mostly excited about the things you would do? Or was there something else He had in mind when He thought you and made you?

This is Me being Me, 14 years ago.