Turning by W.S. Merwin

A friend sent this poem to me yesterday. Another one perfectly timed (Silver Lining).

This poem made me realize that prior to this week’s surgery, I began moving too fast – again. Post FBC, I find myself wavering between trying to do everything and while not wanting to miss anything. Speeding up and slowing down. Slowing down and speeding up.

Now, it’s time to turn into a balance. I hope that you enjoy this poem as much as I do!

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