Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Slip, Slip, Slip

Today is already the last day of January. I am so tired, but it is not necessarily in an unpleasant way. But I am amazed sometimes by how time seems to slip, slip, slip by me. I want to throw up my hand, plead to catch my breath, rest for a minute.

We don't get that option. I am torn between one of my father's favorite sayings, "You can sleep when you die" and my desire just to be perfectly still for untold moments.

I don't know how to make peace between those two.


Anita said...

I know well the need for rest. I have a lot of it these days and still I need the moments of meditation every day. This year I am reading "A year with Thomas Merton" which is just pages from his journals, one for each day selected from different years.

I'm emailing you.

elle said...


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