stop and smell the.. daisies.

Lord Jesus when I am having a "Martha" day please help me to remember this poem.


Daisies
If I had my life to live over, I'd dare to make more mistakes next time.
I'd relax, I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances.
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would perhaps have more actual troubles,
but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I'm one of those people who live sensibly and sanely, hour after hour,
day after day. Oh, I've had my moments, and if I had to do it over again,
I'd have more of them. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else.
Just moments, one after another, instead of living
so many years ahead of each day.

I've been one of those persons who never goes anywhere
without a thermometer, a hot water bottle,
a raincoat and a parachute.
If I had it to do again, I would
travel lighter than I have.

If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier
in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
I would go to more dances.
I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
I would pick more daisies.

....by Nadine Stair, adapted from an essay by Don Herold