“Experience life in all possible ways --
good-bad, bitter-sweet, dark-light,
summer-winter. Experience all the dualities.
Don't be afraid of experience, because
the more experience you have, the more
mature you become.”
It's 5.13am; I feel a bit groggy this morning, but at least I've got a fresh cup of coffee to look forward to as soon as it's cool enough to drink.
I didn't sleep well; I had two trips the bathroom brought on (no doubt) by two cups of Green Jasmine tea and a large glass of water before going to bed; but I was thirsty and wanted to slake my thirst.
Ah, never mind: it's a new day, I'm alive and as the day wears on, I'll come alive to the aliveness of the day.
I had a thought this morning about how I might write these little early shift/morning pieces. I thought I might take each of the five decades I've been alive and write a fictional account of what my morning ritual might have been. I say 'might', because I'll have to be liberal in the make-it-up-as-you-go-along department, not remembering exactly what my mornings would have been like in the late 60s and 70s; the 80s should be fine.
I'm not sure when I'll start my little experiment and whether I'll write all five pieces in one hit, but I thought what the hell, let's give it a go and see how it comes out.( Collapse )