Of course, the question is, what is a wasted day? There was a time when the value of a day, for me, hinged on my productivity. Did I get everything done? But things are different now. Today I sipped coffee in my back yard, listened to birdsong, enjoyed the breeze, and read from cover the cover a book about Carthusian monks. No grand gym workouts, no new essays written, or the start of a novel I’m thinking about writing. Today has been one of rest, reading, and reflection. I accomplished very little, and I accomplished a great deal (if we agree that rest, reading, and reflection are important). Thanks for another thoughtful post, Clint.
This is very Tao. It is also, for me, the finest piece of your writing that I’ve read. Thank you.
Wonderful! I love it and so often do think each morning how lucky I am and should plan for the joyfulness of this day. Life is good. That statement doesn't mean I have had no bad days... we all do. But I try to forget it and let it be, only concerning myself with what I can make of the next few hours.
Beautiful, soulful and just what what i need today as my 99 year old painter friend is weary and not wanting to get out of his bed today.