Sunday Morning

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We need to trust this: in the midst of our daily life activities, the possibility to slow down, to stop, and then to appreciate naturally unfolds. For a fleeting moment we pause and note the sunlight on the sheets as we make the bed, note the warm sun on our cup as we sip tea, or note the fading light on the curtain as we enter the room. And we let out a breath or sigh…

— Elizabeth Searle Lamb, from “Pausing” in Haiku Mind: 108 Poems to Cultivate Awareness and Open Your Heart By Patricia Donegan


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5:00 p.m. Bell: Tap and Sigh.

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the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply…

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay, xlii from ‘The Harp-Weaver’ from Collected Poems


Notes:

It’s been a long day

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A sigh isn’t just a sigh.
We inhale the world and breathe out meaning.
While we can.
While we can.

― Salman Rushdie, The Moor’s Last Sigh.


Notes:

How was your day?

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Like an old dog

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Like an old dog
I slowly lower and
arrange myself
in a heap of sighs.

~ Jim Harrison & Ted Kooser, Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry


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