Ok. So…delayed-ness. Delayed thoughts. Delayed actions. Delayed responses. Hibernating dreams. All this delayed-ness was with good intentions, to be sure. But I don’t believe, now, that it was the only option. That realization freaks me out. At some point, I must have believed it to be so…and then it became the habit…and now it is the thing from which I must return…I feel slightly panicked. I am not sure what will happen when I try to fire up my brain, and my drive, and my focus, and my intentions, and my creativity…what if the system doesn’t work anymore? And where, exactly, does one go for repairs?
Each day is a gift, and in it, the opportunity to give back. The first gift can, all at once, be given to oneself and to the Lord, who granted the day…We must begin with purpose and intention. And from even the smallest purpose and the simplest intention, something good can start to grow.
“I don’t see much sense in that,” said Rabbit. “No,” said Pooh humbly, “there isn’t. But there was going to be when I began it. It’s just that something happened to it along the way.”
…and thus, it begins. Pooh always has the right words. And these could be about this post, this blog…or even this life. But the aim here is to remain mindful and to dig more deeply. And I shall make a real go of it. I really shall.
‘What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly.’