Resting – dVerse Poets – Pub Talk
Photo: Baladjie Rock, Westonia, part of the Great Western Woodlands, and as you can see it is alongside the extensive Baladjie Salt Lake system. One of a multitude of places I find restful.
The Real Work
I had plans for this afternoon
but plans had otherwise
a momentary distraction
I wandered in Eden
then sat for awhile
caressed by the sun,
as birds sang arias while
insects buzzed coded smiles
the flora seductive,
and the work of the day faded
I was as light as air
my shoulders unfettered,
I drifted beyond,
and I smiled knowing that
the real work had just begun.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Beautiful and we all know how easy it is to become distracted xx
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Yes, if only I could stay there 🙂 thank you Julie
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So peaceful. A good poem for meditation time.
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Thank you Janet, so encouraging to read your response, glad it might actually be useful.
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Lovely, I can picture the scene easily.
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Thank you 🙂
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I love the setting, both in the photo and in your meditative poem. The water looks like it could heal just about anything or anyone.
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It does really, a visual feast.
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Thank you for sharing the momentary distraction. A very beautiful Paul.
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Thank you Amy, yes, I guess we all love those sorts of distraction 🙂
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Cosmic Dude. Absolutely lovely.
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Ah, thank you very much.
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I like that image of ‘the work of the day faded’ almost as the day faded.
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Yes, some days I’d like the work to really fade 🙂 many thanks
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I can safely say you are not alone in having that feeling, many would concur. The trick is getting the balance right, which is the challenge!
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Absolutely so, and glad not to be alone.
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You have transported us all there with you, Paul. I don’t want to leave.
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Love it! I’d like to wander into Eden too.
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Yes, just the place to watch the machine fade.
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I know this landscape so well! And, I too seek and find this kind of “work” every day. The poem reminds us how restorative this is. Thank you for highlighting this.
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My pleasure, yes, the best kind of work.
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Absolutely lovely! Love it!❤️
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Isn’t it the best kind of work? Thank you so much Richa 🙂
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Mystical and lyrical almost—-and a great opening to what is the real work in life. 🙂
Blessings to you, and thanks for this.
Debbie
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Many thanks for sharing that Debbie, glad you liked this. 🙂
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So, if I’ve got it right–first we get into a quiet restful space…prayer, meditation, whatever our bent which leads to a relaxed mind/heart/spirit…and then we can begin productive work of the day. How am I doing?
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Graduate material, you’re a master
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Haha…now if I could only put it into regular practice! I tend to fly by the seat of my pants 🙂
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Lol, well, intermittent master then 🙂
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Yes, intermittent would be more accurate 🙂
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We’re all intermittent 🙂
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Oh good, that’s a relief 🙂
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restful and restorative …. well done with pic and poem 🙂
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Thanks so much Kate 🙂
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welcome Paul 🙂
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🙂
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Beautiful – the place of wild things
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