Friday brings anticipation;
promise of rejuvenation.
Saturday,
The List begins–
Chores and household obligation,
Squeeze in time for jubilation.
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Sunday whispers, “Spirit waken,”
Too soon dawns the realization:
The List,
Forever long,
Defying expiration.
Abandoned chores–
Exchanged for contemplation,
Treasured inspiration,
Until time forces
On
to weekday preparation.
©JoanTWarren
Joan T. Warren: Heart to Heart 
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Hi Shadow. I’m not sure why you gave me a mention, but I appreciate it. Seems good that you have a place where you can be completely honest. Your blog is very honest and open. How long have you been blogging?
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I had to enlarge my screen to 130% to read your list. Looks pretty much like mine, except ‘gardenting’ and ‘car wash’. Aren’t you adventurous!
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Ha! I really didn’t intend for it to be anything more than a picture, but, okay. . . and the real list was too long to capture in my iphone snapshot!
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Hehe. I figured that. Just being my usual difficult self. I use that Notes tool for my lists, too.
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Very well said. Thank you.
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I’ve been slowly marking off the items on my list, taking care of the obligations, hoping for time for the things that touch my heart and soul. A perfect poem to express my feelings, Joan – thank you.
Shari
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Well, Shari, when you work until 1 in the morning, you get more done than the average human.And that’s after a full day of work and an evening talking books with us-all.
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Tonight I go to bed earlier!
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