mellow
It's been over a week and I'm still relaxed from holidays- not rushing during the day and not working at night. B2 has teased me relentlessly but I'm enjoying the new mellow me. It makes me think about the words of wisdom:
There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity under the heaven.
A time to make things happen
and a time to watch it unfold.
A time for marathons
and a season for yoga.
A time to question everything
and a time for simple stories.
A time to preach
and a time to shut up.
A time for second-hand
and a time for a hot new pair of jeans.
A time for taxis
and a season to take the bus.
There is a time to share a bed
and a time to sleep alone.
A season to rise at dawn
and a time to sleep until the sky is bright.
There's a season to lead
and a time to let someone else forge ahead.
A time to explain
and a time to let things be.
There's a time for everything.
A season for everything.
Relax a little.
There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity under the heaven.
A time to make things happen
and a time to watch it unfold.
A time for marathons
and a season for yoga.
A time to question everything
and a time for simple stories.
A time to preach
and a time to shut up.
A time for second-hand
and a time for a hot new pair of jeans.
A time for taxis
and a season to take the bus.
There is a time to share a bed
and a time to sleep alone.
A season to rise at dawn
and a time to sleep until the sky is bright.
There's a season to lead
and a time to let someone else forge ahead.
A time to explain
and a time to let things be.
There's a time for everything.
A season for everything.
Relax a little.
1 Comments:
At 1:34 pm , Omi said...
love your poem pip...good reflections..might even write one for myself at some point...at the moment the first line would be ...theres a time for omi to work to hard & not read pips blog..& a time to work out whats important & read pips blog!! xx
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