Today is Monday and I did a little extra self-care and I’m in a great mood. Although my husband walking through this morning sounding like a cross between Chewbacca and Vader with his cold did make me cringe. I’m trying to get back to my schedule and I think this week may let me as there isn’t so much planned (that I’m aware of). This morning I’m going to start where I left off at bringing me to stanza 29.
He utters too many futile words who
is never silent; a garrulous tongue, if it be
not checked, sings often to its own harm.
He who never shuts up
blathers powerless staves.
The speedy tongue that never stops
often brings itself harm.
I like Chisholm’s version because the translation is a little easier to understand than my pocket version. Well, at least quicker. This stanza seems to continue with know when to be quiet during conversations and speak when your knowledge of a subject is a bit better. It’s ok to carry on full conversations and learn but careful what you ramble. Those words could possibly come back to bite you in the butt. I’ll remember that today but I’m also going to remember to stay positive.
Happy Monday Y’all!