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Sometimes we do not take enough time for ourselves.  The recent death of the poet Derek Walcott brought this poem to my attention which I thought is far better than any blog I could write.

The time will come 
when, with elation 
you will greet yourself arriving 
at your own door, in your own mirror 
and each will smile at the other's welcome, 

and say, sit here. Eat. 
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart 
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you 

all your life, whom you ignored 
for another, who knows you by heart. 
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, 

the photographs, the desperate notes, 
peel your own image from the mirror. 
Sit. Feast on your life. 

Derek Walcott (23 January 1930 – 17 March 2017)

Date: 
Monday, March 20, 2017 - 9:00am