Saturday, September 3
Upon Further Reflextion
Thanks to the encouragement of friends, I took a deep breath and wrote words, sentences and paragraphs inside a notebook this afternoon. One can be that heroic voice shouting out the injustice of quantifying the work of the soul feeling brilliant and unappreciated. Or one can stop putzing around in the shallows. The sheer waste of time — years spent dragging around personal measure of what is worthy of effort and meanwhile nothing is gained. Perhaps the situation is not ideal, but this is still an excuse to push aside distractions and be attentive to God's presence. No ruffles and flourishes of pure intention needed.