I have just returned from a very lively and satisfying weekend in London as you have read. For the last 345 days I have been inspired almost on a daily basis to write something. Today is different. I’m letting all the information become part of me and incorporating new ideas into my subconscious. In a way, I’m halfway between London and here in Somerset, almost anaesthetised.
You cannot breathe in and breathe out at the same time so today is a breathing in day. I believe that reflecting on something is working on something. This is not necessarily a situation that can be described in words. I feel that no time is being wasted. I wonder what Jesus did in his 40 days in the wilderness. I’m sure he was very busy but he didn’t make any phone calls, see anybody, write anything to our knowledge, worry about anything he was just being himself. He was probably reflecting on what he was going to have to do in the future so I suppose that’s work but not that you could spot it.
I suppose the left brain keeps on telling you that you should be doing something. I recall at this point some verses from St Luke’s Gospel “consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these”
So there is a good precedent. We don’t have to run around like chickens with no heads to serve the greater purpose.
So you see, I did write something after all. ha ha
Very little television today and early to bed. What an enormous full moon. It is supposed to be a blood red moon , but I could not see that.