My friend, Marianne, is a librarian in the Children's Department of a library that I used to work at. She always has interesting stories and so I thought I would share some of them with you. She is also suffering with Graves' Disease. And I do mean suffering. If you can, please remember her in your prayers.
I am delighting in the basket of pansies and pot of daffodils I received
yesterday! I always loved pansies, daffodils, hyacinths, crocuses. I
especially love Wordsworth's poem I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud and the
Persian Poem Hyacinths To Feed Thy Soul, both of which Mom quoted to us
regularly when we were children, and then as teens, and then as adults.
She reminded me daily to buy hyacinths to feed my soul (or that which
most delights me, not necessarily an object). because it was vital to
find and experience joy and to nourish the need for personal joy in the
trials of daily life. Each stage of life seemed to bring a deeper
meaning to both of these poems! Enjoy your day! Find the hyacinths to
feed your soul!