WORDS LIKE LIGHT
Monday, August 9, 2021
I hope to stay truly awake – and aware –today. I want to be totally conscious of each arising moment, the way I might be conscious of an amazing sunrise. I want to get quietly acquainted with the sights and sounds of today – the whisper of raindrops, the bubbling of water on the stove, the click of keyboard keys. Today could be a day to begin to get deeply familiar with life, like it’s a newfound, wonderful friend. I hope to be mindful of the miracle of my breathing, of the graceful flow of my feelings, of the thoughts that will softly throw themselves around in the limitless realm called my mind. I want to stay alive to the gifts I’ll be getting moment after moment today, always aware of the breathtaking life I am lucky to be living.
JIMMY HARVEST One day a man named Jimmy Jones went to the Social Security office and said to a person named Nancy that he wished to change his name to Jimmy Harvest. He said he finally saw, at 79, what a large yield life had produced for him, that quite a bountiful crop lay spread around and inside him, and he needed to start gathering it in. There was goodness in great fields, he said, and patience was spread from east to west, and wisdom lay out as wide as winter and summer together - and it was time to garner and glean. So, Jimmy said, don't you think my name should be something like Jimmy Harvest? Nancy stared at him, and then something shined from her eyes, and then she stared some more.