One day out of every 7 could be devoted to appreciating what we have. That's what, I think, the old idea of Keep the sabbath holy really meant.
Today I open my door to the sun, to the air which fills my lungs and stirs the leaves, see the shimmering cobwebs in my window, hear the neighbour's dog and feel - the stillness. Just simply appreciate what I already have.
Readers of my blog will recollect my ecstatic raves; yes, you remember! where I attempt to translate into words the joy I am experiencing, to communicate, to join with the same vibration within you out there (where you are I do not know, but you are real enough to me) sitting here nudging the lettered keys of my computer, seeing the same exultation reflected back from the world to my heart, whence it came in the first place. A long spluttering sentence, but there you are...
Anyway, just that - a day given to appreciating what I have. It has started well, let it so continue ...
Gratitude is such a simple unifying emotion, and it can be savoured like well-made gravy. I'll leave you, my friend, with that thought.
I looked back through the blog and came up with a couple:
Here are three such, these passages written while at sea...
Here is one written more recently - "A Perennial Happiness"
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We bought a fish from these guys (they slept all day) and our raft man brought it over.
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He sold us some stuff from his farm, and he brought a fish from the fishermen anchored next to us, and one day he went to town and brought back bottles of beer and limes.
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Sometimes there were 10 on deck in the morning, but they were too small to eat.
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They come on board during the night, and in the day we would startle flights of flying fish, taking off and skimming a few centimetres above the surface of the sea.
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I like to greet the dusk with a glass of wine in my hand. Tonight a minor treasure in finding a neglected corner of a photo taken for other reasons.
Sometimes you don't realize how interesting a corner of your photograph is. This is named Still Life With Power Point. Basket by Adrienne Godsmark.
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This could be a still life from the 16th century except for the receptacles.
My number is 6225 0110,no email now.Geoff Bland and myself are playing at Vaucluse Gardens on Thursday 25th,2pm.,for the residents entertainment(and our own).If you fancy donating time and talent love to see you there.No pay,just satisfaction.Like the well known Hobart muso said to me,'stick to playing in nursing homes mate,it suits your style'.OUCH.
