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Showing posts with label Rest. Show all posts

Monday, December 3, 2018

Observation - December 3rd, 2018, Monday


The world outside my window is covered in ice and snow

We are plunging into winter, and it is cold

I woke up parched, with the radiators drying out the house

Running hot all day, non-stop

Kitty is curled up in a ball on the couch

She slept under my arm all night

She is complaining about the snowy-world

With all the rabbits and the squirrels having gone to rest

Tuesday, April 24, 2018


Place my home on a hill
Above the greening valley
Dreaming in the mist

Clear waters rippling
Sunlight’s flash on dappled streams
Lullabies of peace

Blissful and sleeping
In the tranquil quiet
Soft, the beating heart

Joyful in my rest
If I live another day
Good, among my friends

Monday, September 5, 2016

Labor Day

Labor Day

It is Labor Day, a national holiday; I am working.
This is not unusual.
I believe that one or two Labor Days have passed in the past ten years, on which I have had the day off. I cannot exactly recall when, or what I did.
This is a day to honor laborers, a day to honor work, a day of rest, repose, respite.
I work in the hospitality industry. There are many restaurants that close, and a few who see this as an opportunity to make hay, as they say, never mind the lives of the staff whose labor the business depends upon.
It is Labor Day in America, and many people are working. Though, it is virtually guaranteed that the bankers, the office managers, and the whole white collar world have taken this day for themselves, and paid themselves for it as well.
Well paid, well rested managers…I guess the world needs more of those, and someone needs to be on task to pour their coffee, to serve their brunch, and fuel their frolicking.
I am a manager also, and the bakery I work for is closed for the day (we are always closed on Monday). Nevertheless, there is work to be done, work that cannot wait. Work that piles up through long days of the week.
For me, I guess, this year it is a choice…for so many others in the world that I work in, it is compulsory.
Happy Labor Day, you laborers!

Given 1st - 2016.09.05