I am acutely aware of three things right now. The first is that the piece I wrote yesterday felt much too long and more like venting than sharing, while nonetheless honest. The second is that I have to wake up in six hours to get to the airport and I am not even close to being ready to sleep. Third is that I would rather be here with you right now, but I would much rather be on the plane tomorrow than have slept through my flight, so I must keep this short and sweet.

So in service to all of those things, I’d like to offer this, currently my favorite poem. It both inspires and eludes me.

He who binds to himself a joy

Does the winged life destroy;

But he who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in eternity’s sun rise.

-William Blake

 

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