It’s a day of play with God. This walking in the Garden, naming things, appreciating things, Creation abounds. I’m blessed. Thank you.
Time to shower and then walk the dog. Work. Tomorrow a weekend. Reading a Rimmel novel and enjoying the characters and relationships, brothers and lovers.
Fond memories of DH Lawrence. Hesse. All those incredible books I read in my 20’s .. Meeting Dostoyevski. A life time of greats. In addition to the texts and technical knowledge, the study of chemistry and physiology. Now I read papers, google drugs, quickly review a review. Then I savour a novel or a history.
Sensuality beckons. Living in this material world. Yesterday roasting Ethiopian coffee beans. Today enjoying lemon yoghurt.
We’ll be walking in a bit. He loves to sniff all the messages in the morning while the robins talk loudly above. Robust chirps.
Free will and determinanism.
I learned of a colleague making twice what I did at the height of my career and had a moment of annoyance, all the sweet deals. And then I don’t focus on work like I once did making half again and feeling weary, worried that with exhaustion I might offend. I’m overwhelmed with the increasing demands, the constant demand for perfection and the overriding threat of punishment, the obscenity and hypocrisy. Then I realize it’s me. I’m working with a plan to paying the mortgage and face ing depreciation while asking myself what I would do other wise. Stoicism or Epicureanism. I am truly blessed and have no time for envy or quesioning choices. Reflection is fine but not the self doubt or what could have been. I was a fool but that always precedes wisdom and todays wisdom might well appeal as foolishness from ahead.
I’m quite shocked at reading the ages of some celebrities. I don’t know how I happened to be this old. We are the invisible. I don’t know why I clinic to past ideas and views when I’m no longer of an younger age. I need to overhaul my values . I struggle to maintain order and progress in the chaos and constant opportunity. There’s always work to be done but its it my work. Am I best seeking God and his will for me.
Thank you Jesus.
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