This is a piece of verse that I have used much in my life. It’s from Robert Browning’s Pippa Passes, published in 1841 — it’s a very small passage of a larger work.
The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven—
All’s right with the world!
It describes (to me) a perfect day or moment. When things are going well and everything is about as perfect as things can be, or if I’ve been worried about something and received the news that all is OK, I say “God’s in his heaven, All’s right with the world!”
It’s comforting, no? The exclamation point in that passage is wonderful, because it wasn’t used as often in the 1800’s as it is now. The message that Browning probably meant to convey in that passage is interesting.
The wonderful thing about it is that even if things really suck, one moment can be right. In the middle of a sucky day, there can be a moment when “all’s right with the world.” Perhaps I’ll stumble upon a beautiful flower unexpectedly, or I’ll walk outside and see that my tiny pink wild roses are blooming on the fence row. Or in the middle of a hot day, there will be a sudden breeze blow through when I’m sitting on my deck. Or the color of the green trees against the sky. Or maybe it’s something like the perfect cup of coffee after a hard days’ work. Or maybe one of my kids will randomly text me that they love me.
One’s life doesn’t have to be perfect all the time — mine certainly isn’t. Truthfully, it probably sucks more than not, by some people’s perception. My Dad’s not very optimistic. He hated me having a black cat, for example. He said “I don’t like that cat crossing my path ever time I’m over here. It’s bad luck.” I pointed out that I’ve always had a black cat and it’s not brought me bad luck. He was flummoxed. He said “you are the MOST unlucky person I’ve ever known.”
It was my turn to be flummoxed. I don’t generally see any of my troubles as bad luck and I never will. By my way of thinking and seeing things, I’m very lucky because God and “good luck” and hard work and loved ones always save me no matter how FUBAR things are.
So yeah, the last couple of days have been sort of crazy on all kinds of levels. But I had a lovely afternoon with people I like. My daughter and I laughed hard about something silly for a few minutes. The green trees look beautiful against the sky at this time of day. And I bought a loaf of French bread and am going to enjoy it with some butter. Oh, and lemon pound cake. Also, someone just randomly messaged me on Facebook and said “thank you for all you do.” I’m making mojitos for us tonight (recipe at the end of this post). My mint (see photo) is beautiful right now.
It’s the little things. Really. When I have that many wonderful “little things,” it really does make things OK.
So…wow I’ve had a lot going on the last couple of days, but “God’s in his heaven, all’s right with the world.”
10 mint leaves
1/2 lime, cut into thin wedges
2 Tbsp. sugar
2 oz rum (depends how sucky your life is at the moment)
1/2 cup club soda
In a large glass or pitcher, add the sugar and the limes. Use a utensil of some sort to mash the sugar, mint leaves, and limes together. What you want to do is extract as much of the lime juice and mint flavor from the leaves as possible. Add the rum and club soda. Stir and add ice.
That recipe is for one mojito. Double or triple it accordingly. And grow your own mint. It’s an easy herb to grow and costs pennies. If you buy mint leaves at the grocery store, they’re outrageously expensive.