Dear friend,
It’s been a very full day. Friends visiting. Creative work.
Tolstoy arrived.
His “Confessions”.
I can’t imagine ever losing that baffled feeling I get realising that Tolstoy or any other great writer has reached out across time and planted his mind in my own. All I wanted to do today was read, but there was another task.
Willingly undertaken.
The only real task for the day.
The only one with absolute meaning.
Not exactly as task at all.
Nevertheless, still the one thing to be done.
To stay in the present moment.
To watch thought retreat into the distance, urging I follow and me refusing to budge.
Neither dragged back into the error stricken past.
Or making a mental game of it.
This moment now.
Breathing. Listening.
Maybe something is to be said.
Showing up.
Just this one task.
Is enough
for a lifetime.
A thread
You hold.
In your hands.
On your way home.
This one task.
For now.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey