i have returned to an old routine: starting my day with the reading of poetry while i eat breakfast.
it's been absolute bliss, and sets a deliberate and wondrous tone for my day.
most often i turn to whitman or to keats--poets that are essential witnesses to the beauty & suffering of this world.
simply from reading their words i have been inspired not only in my daily life,
but have found inspiration for my academic pursuits, which i cannot wait to find time to research and write about.
words of poets have always guided me and brought me great peace & comfort.
they allow me to choose if i'd like to stay near the surface or dive in deep.
here's to a deliberate day...