Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Miles to go before I sleep

Barnacle Boy is memorizing poems for his language arts class. Last week it was Kipling's If. Tonight the Boy is following me around the kitchen reciting Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. He savors the final two lines, "and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep." and muses, "That reminds me of you, Mom." Feeling as if I'd already been a thousand miles today and indeed had a few more left to manage tonight, I was all ready to agree when he pops out with, "I can feel a blog post coming on..."
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I have promises to keep yet tonight. To my students to post a study guide, to myself to take a walk...


  1. I remember very well memorizing Frost's poem. It was 8th grade - we had to recite it in front of the class. I still remember it.

    Don't hear much memorization required these days.

  2. I love the new haurietis aquas quote and graphic! You have me singing a lovely little setting of it from Easter Vespers at the Church of Loretto (feminist nuns at St. Mary's College, across the street from ND. Didn't go there as often as the Basilica but it was a crucial balance, and included my one public liturgical dance effort, Miriam and the women during the Song at the Sea at Easter Vigil).

    Your workload makes me wonder if I am crazy for wanting the interview Sunday to result in a position! I'm glad to hear you are taking care of yourself in the midst of it all, and will keep you in prayer as you survive the endgame.

  3. The Ladies of Loretto taught me when I was in grade school...we can blame it all on them??

    I'm glad I put a song into your mind...hopefully you could draw from that endless pool. The sketch is from my summer's retreat. It's the fountain in the east cloister.

    About the workload...yes, right now it's intense. Should it be? Uh...maybe not. I will keep you in prayer, too, for papers and interviews both.

  4. Anonymous10:41 PM

    I like that poem...and can relate to the feeling.

  5. St. Mary's is run by the Holy Cross sisters (as ND is by the CSC men). The church is a kick--it even has a small replica of the Holy House of Loreto buried in the back. They did a so-so trendy renovation--some of it was nice, putting things in the round, and the Sacrament chapel is cool. But they knocked out a couple gorgeous stained glass windows and part of the wall mosaics, which I thought was really unfortunate. Great women though, and they had by far the best Holy Thursday mass of the Lord's Supper in town, with everyone getting to take part in the footwashing.

    Thanks so much for the prayers. I broke through the block and did some revising last night and this morning, then the day was spent on spiritual direction and therapy and exercise and family chaos this evening. All good but now I'm feeling panicky again....Sigh. I was telling my director today that I'm not scared of God any more and that's still true. But I still get annoyed sometimes :-).