Tuesday, February 6


This seemed such a soft promise, on Sunday evening.

Monday was in fact, cloudy to begin with, & still very humid- to the point we had some light rain in the early morning.

The evening sky made me think of promises held out, & never fulfilled.

Promises of false hope. Promises of 'potential', never achieved.

Promises given to children, promises never kept.

Promises we make to ourselves.

And become disappointed when we dont 'make the grade.'

Promises that are Seeds. Buds. Babies. Sunrises. Sunsets.

Each new day is a promise.


daysgoby said...

Ohhhh - I loved this!

aunty evil said...

very introspective Meggie. I guess all we can do is "promise" to do better in the future!

Molly said...

sobering thoughts.....

jellyhead said...

Hi Meggie, hope you're managing to stay cool today.

I guess there are plenty of broken promises in the world. But each day is a fresh start, like you say, and a chance to redeem ourselves.

Mrs. Goodneedle said...

That's the way I feel sometimes, deep and thoughtful with my own profound musings. Thanks. I wonder if my UFO's I posted abut today felt like they have had promises broken, that they've been denied a quilt-life because I didn't hold up my end of the deal. Hmmm... I can't let them down now, can I?

My float said...

Lovely, just lovely.