1 Reading LouAnn’s blog about making resolutions for the New Year, I was reminded of this beautiful Sanskrit text which I found some 35 years ago when one of our twins was desperately ill and needing the first of three operations on his heart (coarctation of the aorta) These words helped me get the best out of each day with him to make good memories of that very difficult time. He survived! He’s the D who was married in Senegal last April!
Look to this day
for it is life
the very life of life.
In its brief course lie all
the realities and truths of existence
the joy of growth
the splendour of action
the glory of power.
For yesterday is but a memory
And tomorrow is only a vision.
But today well lived
makes every yesterday a memory
of happiness
and every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day….
It is still my philosophy today.
2 Grand-baby T needed cough medicine when she was here and I searched out the silver spoon we were always given medicine with. She wasn’t impressed! The back of the spoon is marked ‘Practical Kiddicraft’
Silver medicine spoon
3 Down the lane were these leaves. I love the contrast of the bright green new ones with the bronze of the old ones.
New leaves and old
and something not at all beautiful but which I feel very strongly about and in her blog, Anjig, of knitreadclick, not normally a political blog, examines the whole issue of the safety of women in India. Do go across and read. It’s not an easy read but a very important issue.
djdfr
January 1, 2013 at 8:56 pm
I enjoyed the test. We act each day to form our life.
The plant looks like an arum.
djdfr
January 1, 2013 at 8:57 pm
…the text….
hjbryant
December 31, 2012 at 6:49 pm
Love the poetry – some helpful thoughts here in the difficult first New Year without a dearly loved Dad. Thanks Sally.
flowerpot
December 31, 2012 at 11:31 am
I remember you sending me that philosophy earlier this year Sally! Happy birthday! xxx
mybeautfulthings
December 31, 2012 at 11:34 am
Thank you Sue! A Happy and Productive New Year to you xx
valeriedavies
December 31, 2012 at 4:21 am
I’ve always loved those words too.. the poetry is as beautiful as the philosophy…
Teresa Cleveland Wendel
December 31, 2012 at 2:33 am
I gave my kids’ silver baby spoons back to them when their first child was born. I wish I still had them.
john zande
December 30, 2012 at 8:27 pm
Love it.
mybeautfulthings
December 30, 2012 at 8:29 pm
Me too so I’m really glad when others do too. 🙂
Pillows A-La-Mode
December 30, 2012 at 8:23 pm
Beautiful post! 🙂
Don
December 30, 2012 at 7:56 pm
Beautiful words – a wonderful Philosophy.
on thehomefrontandbeyond
December 30, 2012 at 7:20 pm
love the text and that it got you through some trying times