The day is young, and I've not yet actually made the preparations on my list, but I have started, for a gift of sharing time with loved ones is a promise I offer myself for these accomplishments that I see before me.
I've already started preparations for
my class tomorrow (weather permitting) and in doing so my memory calls on the Latin phrase
non-collige virgo rosas - gather, maiden, the roses - and all that this phrase holds ... I recall my father and in turn the following bit of poetry comes to me ...
To the Virgins (the empowered) , to Make Much of Time
by Robert Henrick (who I still feel was inspired by Shakespeare)
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may go marry:
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever tarry.
So it is now that my roses, such as they are, are gathered and honored, beheld and enjoyed ... effort and all ... thorns and all ... reward and all. Ashe. Ashe.
