A Week With Medication or Seven Days Without
In Praise Of A Contented Mind~
My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such perfect joy therein I find
That it exceeds all other bliss
That world affords or grows by kind.
Though much I want which most men have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
No princely pomp, no wealthy store,
No force to win the victory,
No wily wit to salve a sore,
No shape to feed each grazing eye;
To none of these I yield as thrall.
For why my mind doth serve for all.
I see how plenty suffers oft,
How hasty climbers soon do fall;
I see that those that are aloft
Mishap doeth threaten most of all;
They get with toil, they keep with fear.
Such cares my mind could never bear.
Content I live, this is my stay;
I seek no more than may suffice;
I press to bear no haughty sway;
Look what I lack my mind supplies;
Lo, thus I triumph like a king,
Content with that my mind doth bring.
Some have too much, yet still do crave;
I little have, and seek no more.
They are but poor, though much they have,
And I am rich with little store.
They poor, I rich; they beg, I give;
They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
I laugh not at another's loss;
I grudge not at another's gain;
No worldly waves my mind can toss;
My state at one doth still remain.
I fear no foe, nor fawning friend;
I loathe not life, nor dread my end.
Some weigh their pleasure by their lust,
Their wisdom by their rage of will,
Their treasure is their only trust;
And cloaked craft their store of skill.
But all the pleasure that I find
Is to maintain a quiet mind.
My wealth is health and perfect ease;
My conscience clear my chief defense;
I neither seek by bribes to please,
Nor by deceit to breed offence.
Thus do I live, thus will I die.
Would all did so as well as I !
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Isn't that lovely? I wish I did as well as Anon. But in other news, I'm cured! Wow, what a vicious little cold. But the old adage is true, takes a week to get rid of it with medication or seven days with nothing. I still have a bit of a cough, but phhht. I was almost certain is was about to turn into wasting sickness, but nope, almost gone.
I went to a Bat Mitzvah today! My first. It was my mother's college roommate's granddaughter's Bat Mitzvah. Me and J, the middle generation, used to be penpals when we were in school. It's always so strange to me how moving most ceremonies are, and this one was particularly.
Snow fell last night. Here! I tried to get a shot on the way down, but it mostly looks like freeway. Look very closely on the mountains and you'll see what we consider the Snow Storm of the Century around these parts. Or not. Blogger doesn't want to co-operate. Hopefully it will be there tomorrow (faint hope!).
So how was Stitches West? I was going to try to slide down there since I was in Pleasanton anyway (about 25 miles north) but..... the Market closing at 6pm cut it a little close..........and I really, really, really do not need to buy more yarn. On the other hand. Need? What's need got to do with it? But I contented myself by picking up a copy of Secret Life of a Knitter: Yarn Harlot and the new Sandra mag. And, like Scarlett O'Hara said, "There's always tomorrow."
Pics of the Ugly sox tomorrow, and possibly, pix of the...........well, closer-to-being-finished Norwegian sock.