I started this blog because I was quitting my job and have decided to see what I can do with my knitting. After thirteen years, Friday was my last day as a bookseller here in the Chicago area. My co-worker, co-conspirator, and most excellent good friend Lynda gave me a card and a poem. The poem was so perfect it made me cry. Here it is:
You Reading This, Be Ready
Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened sound from outside fills the air?
Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry wherever you go right now?
Are you waiting for time to show you some better thoughts?
When you turn around, standing here, lift this new glimpse that you found;
carry into evening all that you want from this day.
This interval you spent reading or hearing this,
keep it for life--
What can anyone give you greater than now,
starting here,
right in this room,
when you turn around?
-- William Stafford
Thanks, Lynda
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