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Maybe Eat a Mango

 Maybe Eat a Mango The face is glum, the day is ho-hum, When the blues come a-visiting, And the heart feels heavy, When your footsteps are slow, And your mood is low, Maybe eat a mango. Nose sniffing the ripe fragrance, Senses awakening to yellow radiance, As water pours over the mango, A small corner of the soul a-washes, The knife carves out goodness, As it cuts into the mango’s tenderness, With wafts of sweet delight swirling the air. You bite into sunshine, gold, Your heart assumes the softness of the mango, Your face melts just a little, Your eyes unfreeze a smidge, The mango’s glorious taste consumes it all, The blues, the mood, the ho-hum Maybe eating a mango turned the day around.
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Tiredness

 Bone-crushing tiredness that comes from lifting heavy loads, thinking through problems and running behind a toddler to get them to do things is actually quite sweet. Because after the tiredness comes rest. And rest brings calm, peace, tranquility and momentary stability. 

Getting through the feeling is no fun, just the knowledge that after such intense tiredness, the rest that comes is manna. 

Yeah, yeah, you could extrapolate life metaphors from this - shade and shadow, ups and downs, the state of one being a foil to another to actually feel it and be grateful. I’m not sure I’m in the mood to view things that way today - when you feel darkness, the light feels all the brighter and such. 




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