To sit in dappled shade in the late summer sunshine. To breathe the soft cool wind, to close eyes and let the mind wander where it will.
Gene Kelly may have danced; I just sat but with equal pleasure no doubt.
My mind drifted this morning, far from the algorithm I was working on. Was I old I wondered or had I simply changed.
Last night was a night of my soul, but not a dark one.
What does achievement mean? What have you achieved and by what standards will you be judged? Will you be found wanting and if so should you care?
Slowness is a vital ingredient, in my case at least, in encouraging me along the path I wish to follow.
My 26 year old son is clearly a perceptive fellow and he hit the nail on the head when describing his father as “a funny old monk”.
A while back I found myself disturbed that a blogger could crusade in favor of violence and dissension and against ecumenism.
If we seek reality, I am told that we look in the wrong direction by obsessing over the human condition. I think that is right.
I wonder if this is what it felt like during the phoney war in 1939? A period of almost surrealistic calm before the horrors of world War II really began.