I am writing today just to let you know that I am going to take a couple of days off from blogging here. I am pretty much caught up with things for the moment, and I want to take a breath, regroup and map some things out for the next several months of projects. Believe it or not, we are looking at out holiday deadlines coming up and there are many new directions that I see Keith and I taking the company. After the past couple weeks of craziness, I just want to back away for a couple of days and sort through things and plan ahead a bit.
I don’t want anyone to worry about me, as everything is good and we are happy. Our little business is growing every single day and we are thrilled with seeing it do so. I will still be here to answer questions and talk and I will be continuing to post some projects on Lumberjocks.com, but I just want a couple of days off so I can take a step back and evaluate things a bit and make the best decisions that I can for our company. I know when I miss even a day that people get concerned and I don’t want that to be the case.
Everything is good. :)
Have a great week everyone. (I hope you miss me just a little!)
“The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life’s endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
-- Contributing Editor, Creative Woodworks and Crafts, Sheila Landry Designs http://www.sheilalandrydesigns.com "Knowledge is Power"