I also find solace through writing, and reading the writing of others. I love writing that comes from the heart. Other than personal journals, I think poetry is the most heartfelt writing. Today, as I tend to the mundane, day-to-day activities of a housewife/teacher-mom, I will be meditating on this poem by Longfellow. As I thumbed through a poetry book early today this piece jumped out at me. It really hit me and I can't get it out of my mind.
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.
I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.
But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.