I’m up early today, surprised to hear the tinkling sound of rain on the roof. My cat and I look out and rejoice. Well, I rejoice, cat not so much.
I’m with what it takes to balance news from Ukraine with our daily lives.
I meditate and come to Pico Iyer:
So, in an age of acceleration, nothing can be more exhilarating than going slow. And in an age of distraction, nothing is so luxurious as paying attention. And in an age of constant movement, nothing is so urgent as sitting still.
That reminds me of the poem “Stone” by Charles Simic: