"Once I spoke the language of flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of starlings,
And shared a conversation with a housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of flowers ...
How did it go?
How did it go?"
We can spend our lives in regret and self-recrimination.
Or we can take this moment - now - and reclaim the displaced art of attentiveness.
Of consciously - actively and reflectively - living in this gift of the present.
And blessings will rain down upon us.