I'm not sure where August went. I remember it was a really sad month, as I said goodbye to my firstborn and dropped her off at college. I remember coming home and starting into the new reality. I'm figuring it out day by day.
This D.H. Lawrence poem was in the Poets.org Poem-a-Day email one day last week. I love the way it captures those moments when you are aware of the existence of your perfect love - for your spouse, your child, your friend - and then the moment when you see the difference between the beautiful ideal and the day to day. Seriously, why do we suffer when such perfect love exists? Why can't we live on that plane all the time? I suspect it has something to do with that line "gone to sleep." The way your baby is an angel while sleeping, and a needy tyrant once awake. I want to spend more time being aware of that perfect love. Sure, the suffering is part of it, but so much gratitude, too, for the love, the love that is "almost bliss."
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