Last week, my friend Lindsey posted the following quote on her blog.
I’ll tell you a secret: poems hide.
In the bottoms of our shoes, they are sleeping.
They are the shadows drifting across our ceilings the moment before we wake up.
What we have to do is live in a way that lets us find them.
– Naomi Shihab Nye
“What we have to do is live in a way that lets us find them.”
I haven’t been able to get this line out of my head during this crazy, crazy week. And somehow, during power outages and snow storms, school cancellations and delayed openings, nine days with my in-laws and stir crazy pets, I was able to keep my eyes out for the poems. To live in a way that let me find just a few…
Here they are.
An early evening sky
An amazing free spirit
And power workers here from the south, who all afternoon yesterday took breaks from their work to take pictures of their first snow fall.
May you all live this next week in a way that helps you to find your poems.