Beauty of the Morning

It has been an old comparison for our urging on - the Beehive; however, it seems to me that we should rather be the flower than the Bee - for it is a false notion that more is gained by receiving than giving - no, the receiver and the giver are equal in their benefits. The flower, I doubt not, receives a fair guerdon from the Bee - its leaves blush deeper in the next spring - and who shall say between man and woman which is the most delighted? Now it is more noble to sit like Jove than to fly like Mercury - let us not therefore go hurrying about and collecting honey, bee-like buzzing here and there impatiently from a knowledge of what is to be aimed at; but let us open our leaves like a flower and be passive and receptive - budding patiently under the eye of Apollo and taking hints from every noble insect that favours us with a visit - sap will be given us for meat and dew for drink.
~An excerpt from a letter to John Hamilton Reynolds written by John Keats
February 19th 1818


I am so ready for the weekend so that I may linger in my bed as long as I feel the need, I have slept very poorly for the past few nights tossing and turning every which way. Deprived of sleep I can hardly pull myself together to make it to work and concentrating, well, that's another story. But being the supreme I seem to manage just fine. Although there really isn't a whole lot to look forward to as I crawl into my windowless office where I'm bound in a position that makes my muscles scream. By the end of the day I'm beat, by the end of the week - I'm a whole lot of something other than "beat". My body does not like being in that chair all day, and why would it?! I could be out there doing things and seeing things that move me in ways it would be worth bearing any sort of pain or discomfort. I dream of the days where the sun touches my cheeks and my eyes behold that which I have yet to bear witness................It seems like such a shame to miss 5 days of beautiful mornings; wasted.