Wednesday, January 25, 2012

I Met The Bard at La Casita

Not long after I met my husband, I spent some time with his family at their cabin in the woods, a humble place called "La Casita." Later on we took our honeymoon there, and over the years we often visited with our children, using the little house as a base for exploring the redwoods and the beach.

On the knotty pine walls were various odd and antique-y pictures and hangings, things that were too tattered or for some other reason didn't fit the decor of people's everyday homes, and one of those was a framed verse by Robert Burns.

Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some would eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.

I was charmed by the little yellowed plaque and the thought behind the verse, and always thought that I would like to embroider it to post in my own house. I never did that, and when the cabin was sold and the old hangings became available for the taking, I didn't even take them. I think that verse had lodged itself in my mind and heart so firmly that the original sighting was superfluous.

Today is the birthday of the poet, a good day to hear him giving thanks and to say about him "let the Lord be thankit."

2 comments:

Left-Handed Housewife said...

That's a lovely grace. And I can just hear it read in a Burnsian accent, can't you?

The cabin looks like it must have been a marvelous place to spend time.

xofrances

Celeste said...

Love your comment about leaving the tangible behind...what is real is woven into our being. And I've copied "The Emperor" into my e-journal...so nice to drop in for a visit. Always.