Sit, pray, drink, play

My 2017 may also  be my 2018

Emily Dickinson, poem 244

It is easy to work when the soul is at play – It is easy to work when the soul is at play – But when the soul is in pain – The hearing him put his playthings up Makes work difficult – then – It is simple, to ache in the Bone, or the Rind – But Gimblets – among the nerve – Mangle daintier – terribler – Like a Panther in the Glove – F242 (1861) 244 

Prowling Bee