Tuesday, July 15, 2003
Right now, I'm in one of those moods. I have work to do, books to read, a laptop in the shop, projects to start, a haircut to endure. But I could sit myself down on a hillside somewhere. Raining, not caring, sitting on a huge hard bouder. Stream, waterfall cascading and singing below. Mountain panorama. I could sit there, and think about absolutely nothing and absolutely everything at the absolutely exact same time. No journal to write it down; no PC to blog. Just me and thoughts and God and creation and the rock I'm sitting on.
I'd be just fine after an hour or a week of that, ready to move on to the pressures and treasures that fill my daytimer.