Tyger! Tyger!

This weekend consisted of taking our Mutual kids to Catty Shack Ranch for a feeding tour, Netflix, thrifting, taking my littlest sister-in-law to the dog park, lot's of laundry, being pummeled by a 2 and 4 year old and some very very serious conversation. I feel like I need a break from my break so that I can stop and breathe a little.


You've read the William Blake poem, right?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,

And watered heaven with their tears,

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

I've been thinking about it all morning. The same hand that made that tiger or eel or my mother or father, or the prophet or the Dalai Lama; He made me, too. Now, am I am lamb or a tiger?  Only time will tell.