Meditation: Out of Tune

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune.

~William Wordsworth

This poem reminds me of the need to return to nature and simplicity, to put some perspective on life and re-evaluate the quest of "getting and spending." I think about how I "waste my powers" on things that don't really matter rather than focusing on the true sources of joy. So this week my intention is to take time to breathe, stop and smell the flowers, really listen to my daughter, and count my blessings so that I can be content with what I have rather than always wanting more. The goal is to create a harmonic symphony of life and avoid the cacophonic dissonance from being out of tune, to bare my bosom to the moon and howl like the wind! Oh, Wordsworth - what a way you have with images!