Saturday, March 3, 2012

weekend, abby-style

Sleeping in my lap

Sleeping on my stomach

Meanwhile I was working on my computer (as gingerly as possible, so as not to disturb her). Clearly, I've got a ways to go when it comes to the art of doing nothing.

For some reason, these photos remind me of this Wendell Berry poem, which I posted a few years ago but will include again for good measure (also because I love it):

Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Ok, back to work ;)