Reading: from Elizabeth Bishop’s “One Art:” Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Bishop’s poem can be found in many places, including your bookshelf, but it is also over at the Poetry Foundation.
Reflection: The hour badly spent. I’ve felt that. The heaviness of hours lost when I know I should have been writing or cooking or working. Can I accept the fluster? The time spent searching for lost keys or that blasted cell phone?
What is an hour badly spent?
Offering: May you accept a lost hour. May it be filled with a still small voice of encouragement instead of self-critique.