normal day

At the end of my yoga class the other day, the instructor read this little poem:

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.
Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart.
Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so.
One day, I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.

Some days, I complain to Jay that I am bored with life, that I want change, etc. But this little poem has kept me enjoying my normal days the past week or so. And maybe that will continue.