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Nevermindfulness

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“What day is it?”
It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
My favorite day,” said Pooh.” A.A. Milne

Nevermindfulness

Some thoughts on a fine spring weekend….

It was 60 when the sun came up, pale yellow and so tempting. My to-do’s have now gotten slashed. Today, I must be living.

The porch swing’s begging “set me free” from rafters where its hidden. The canine’s looking at his leash, quite sure I’ll do his bidding.

Oh, yeah. I’m there, sweet puppy dog. I’ll join you in some walking. Then magazines and tea, as well, while in that swing I’m rocking.

I’ll “nevermind” the tasks at hand. God’s world will keep on spinning. It’s just too grand for paperwork. Today, I must be living.

 

 

 

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After a long career writing for local newspapers — and, on rare occasions, for publications such as The Washington Post — Nora is enjoying a second wind as an innkeeper. She still blogs and does writing projects of special interest. She lives in Appalachia with her husband and a dog named Finn, who is beside himself with joy when the family's daughters have college breaks.

3 thoughts on “Nevermindfulness”

  1. I love the poetry. I don’t know if you know the hymn “How Ca I Keep from Singing,” but your poem reminded me of that song.

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