I listened to "Highlights from the Marriage of Figaro" while on the treadmill this morning. I like all kinds of music, but the perfection of Mozart gives me goose bumps every time.
Yesterday I woke up to find it had snowed over night, only an inch or so, and the pine trees in the back yard were lightly frosted. What a magical sight!
I'm not going to die wishing I'd spent more time at the office, or wishing I'd spent more time cleaning house. We need to remember that life is full of loveliness for us to enjoy. Take the time to enjoy it.
Here is another poem by Sara Teasdale that is, well, lovely.
Barter
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like the curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
