Day 77 of year 3
My printing plate is literally falling to pieces but somehow, miraculously, it keeps producing monotypes. I had planned to try my hand at making a new plate using gelatin and vegetable glycerin instead of the one I get at the art supply store, but the supplies never arrived. I began to get irritated so I tracked my package only to find I had never placed the order. Everything was still sitting in my cart. I chose to laugh. Every moment is a choice, not so much in the physical world, but in the mental world. How will we choose to meet the moment? With excitement, acceptance, peace or with irritation and upset? It's up to us. I write this to remind myself of the lesson I learned while in the hospital last year and throughout all the years of my illness, happiness can be an inner choice not a set of situations in the world. Poem below the title.
Halleluiah
By Mary Oliver
Everyone should be born into this world happy
and loving everything.
But in truth it rarely works that way.
For myself, I have spent my life clamoring toward it.
Halleluiah, anyway I'm not where I started!
And have you too been trudging like that, sometimes
almost forgetting how wondrous the world is
and how miraculously kind some people can be?
And have you too decided that probably nothing important
is ever easy?
Not, say, for the first sixty years.
Halleluiah, I'm sixty now, and even a little more,
and some days I feel I have wings.
From Evidence https://amzn.to/3n4ezT8