Friends, the Great Bedroom Switcharoo continues at our house. We have three bedrooms, a bathroom, and a laundry room all in upheaval. It looks a bit like my house has vomited and is waiting for me to clean it up.

While I am making progress on the cleaning up, it is not yet in a fit state for photography. So you’ll just have to trust me when I say that I have poured out my creativity this week in organizing the clothes and the closets of four kiddos. Actually, the amount of work I’ve put in is probably more akin to five kiddos, since the Peanut pulls out anything I put away, tries it on, sheds it again in some other room, and I have to go find it and put it away again.

So since I don’t have any pretty pictures to share, I thought I’d share some pretty words. We learned about the Book of Kells this week and encountered this delightful poem, a creative offering from an ancient monk.

The Scholar and His Cat, Pangur Ban

from the Irish by Robin Flower

I and Pangur Ban my cat,
‘Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.

Better far than praise of men
‘Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill-will,
He too plies his simple skill.

‘Tis a merry task to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.

Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur’s way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.

‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.

When a mouse darts from its den,
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!

So in peace our task we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.

Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light

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