Friday, July 17 2020
Day 126
Its a beautiful morning. The song of the cicadas drum in the thick humid air. The windchime doesn’t move and the leaves in the branches are sleeping in.
Its been a while since I could take a moment in the morning. Each day’s direction seems to have a life of its own, as the demands of the urgent take precedent over everything. Its not long before everything has become urgent. Its difficult to aim with it seems like the targets are multiplying.
Today my strategy is to take slices of the day to work on the urgent in their turns. Moving each one forward together, praying that other demands don’t interrupt. Unfortunately, I’m not a bakery and responsibilities don’t take a number.
“…and let us run with patience the race that is set before us…”








