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.
I felt it as soon as I sat down, the presence. Or was it a smell, a feeling a sound of silence.
Lost is often a good thing. Thought may not be so good.
Slowness is a vital ingredient, in my case at least, in encouraging me along the path I wish to follow.
Silence is not the absence of sound but the absence of noise. Noise is not simply the presence of undesired sound.
Enjoying the cool spring sunshine this morning, I had a moment of truth as my eye was caught by dew drops in the long grass. I was sitting in our beautiful patch of wild meadow at the bottom of the garden.
Breaking up my routine seems to add enormously to my well-being. While I might not persuade my wife to let me go trekking in the Empty Quarter, even mild change can be very beneficial.
I had a curious sensation of fading, being absorbed into the background, while walking along a country lane in glorious winter sunshine.
Very occasionally one gets a glimpse of peace and today was one of those all too rare days.