My mother collected Hummels. When I was a little girl, centuries ago, they were a great cheap gift. By the time she died at age 80, she had a lot of them. I divided the collection up between my brother, my sister's children and myself and I think I even sent one to each of her sisters, though I'm not sure if I did do that in the end. Anyway, eventually, with all my moves, I purged all but the little angel pictured above. I'm not sure if it's just my personal fancy, but I've always thought of this little angel as Diogenes... who I thought of as someone who spent his life looking for truth/an honest man. Alas, when I googled a few minutes ago, I discovered that he was not such a nice or noble guy and the whole lamp thing was kind of a stunt. BUT... I still like this little angel and I do think that life is, on some level, a journey in search of our own personal truth. In the end, I don't think there are any wrong turns. Every road and side-road is just a wonderful part of the adventure of living.
Well, that's all I've got. My decider is broken tonight. It has taken me forever to get even this much written this evening and I can't even decide on pictures. I ended up choosing old pictures from before I got my new camera.... some from AZ, some from my my early days back in New York. Anyway, I'm going to just let tonight's poem speak for itself.... I'm go glad E suggested the poems... they are life savers when the brain is vacationing somewhere far far away. I wrote this one a year or so ago for the OSI meme, so it's a repeat, but I'm using it anyway...
Reflecting on my life,I wonder about decisions I have madeIf I had done this instead of that,What would it look like now?Would I be happierSadder, wiserReflecting on my lifeIt’s so tempting to second guessAnd blame myself for roads not takenTo think, “ah… if only… then…:As though who I am is not enoughAs though the road not takenWould have been rut free with no detoursReflecting on my lifeI wish I could run, but I’m glad I can walkI wish I had moreBut then I remember how many have so much lessReflecting on my lifeI would be wiser, perhapsLess prone to sorrowI would laugh and sing moreReflecting on my lifeThe things I most would changeWere not in my handsThe things I most would changeChanged meOften – not always - for the betterReflecting on my lifeOn my best days I am gratefulTo love and be lovedTo live, breathe, think, dreamAnd yes – even to reflect.Katherine E. Rabenau
Some things I'm grateful for tonight:
- roads taken
- movies
- flowers
- memories
- friends
4 comments:
Awesome! Love the poem and the pictures.
Lovely poem. We all often feel that way. "If only I had done this ..." and then we think of all the wonderful things we would have missed had we traveled another route.
You calim your brain power is down, but I am here to tell you that you just won the Punny Monday Contest at my place! Congrats!
Love the poem!
That last shot could have been here in WV. :)
And what a precious little Hummel. I've always loved them but could never afford them.
Hope you're staying cool.
Your poem really captures a state of mind that I often experience.
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