I woke up this morning, as usual, full of beans and words (well, inasmuch as both are metaphors), and just as ready to release the products of both, as is often my won't.
And then I went outside and took 10 minutes to finish a landscaping project, putting the last piece into place for this phase (what a ground sounding term for such a simply effort) of the plan.
So now my mind is on better things, and I can spare the world my...efforts.
"Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof."
I'm going to find some more work to do. Idle hands are the devil's workshop.
I blame the goddamned Cistercians.
ReplyDeleteIt's gotta be da shoes!
ReplyDeleteFranciscans don't wear Prada or Nike...
ReplyDeleteThat's why it's gotta be da shoes!
ReplyDeleteThe cobbler's children are discalced.
ReplyDeleteThere are days I wish I'd been a monk. More of them as I get older. Or maybe I just need to get back to meditating on a more regular schedule.
ReplyDeleteI have a friend who just spent some time in retreat at Abbey Gethsemani.
ReplyDeleteThe best I've ever done is to visit there, with him, decades ago.
I am extremely jealous.
The shoe is the sign. Let us follow His example!
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