Yesterday I made a mess...
Today I cleaned it up:
My books haven't been this organized in years. There is a rhythm to organizing and cleaning.
This week I've mostly been knitting and spinning:
There is a rhythm to this as well.
And to gardening. Bend and pull, bend and dig.
First rose of the year.
I don't think it's ever bloomed this early. (Lady Banks rose)
I am currently reading, A Poetry Handbook by Mary Oliver and found:
"Rhythm is one of the most powerful of pleasures, and when we feel a pleasurable rhythm we hope it will continue. When it does, the sweet grows sweeter. When it become reliable, we are in a kind of body-heaven. Nursery rhymes give this pleasure in a simple and wonderful way."
I'm going to be thinking about this tomorrow as I recite nursery rhymes to the toddlers I work with...