Dag Hammarskjöld

Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings
In the point of rest at the center or our being. we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way, Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

How to Have a Stupid Day

I always wake up stupid.

The way to stay stupid is not to have the coffee prepared from the night before to go off with a click of my finger as soon as I walk by on the way to the head. When I have to grind bean in the morning and then wait for the fresh brew, I start doing stupid things. Like sitting at my computer and trying to get smart. Doesn't work that way.

Need to get that fresh brew in a cup, get my camera in my pocket, keys in my hand, and Dobie in my (her) car before I wake up.

Then I get smart. I get TW's chocolate croissants. I get to Shoreline Park, which becomes a cathedral at dawn. Then, in that holy moment, comes wisdom: each day is a gift, especially this day.

But what can I say about today? No croissants? No worship? No wisdom? No walk in the park?

I must atone. To TW. To Doberwoman.
Posted by Doc Häagen-Dazs at 7:51 AM

1 comment:

  1. LittleBillNovember 14, 2010 at 12:53 PM

    I have a shameful confession to make to you! Until today, I have never taken time to read the goodies to the right of your post--and I find that I have missed all sorts of riches. My apologies, and my promise to be more attentive.

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