“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.
How's your day looking or how's it been? I'm well aware that we're all in different time zones and my morning (now) could be your late evening or late afternoon or even early evening. Wherever you are in the day, it would be wonderful to hear from you.
Anyhow, the week has rolled on much as I expected. I had no expectation and that's just as well. I get paid on the 15th of each month and so that will be the (notional) highlight of next week.
Daughter #1, as I've said, has been home since the 22nd December 2019, but having secured her old job back in London (she's training to be an architect), she'll be leaving us very soon. I'll sooooo miss her. She's the most amazing lady and so calming on everyone in the family. Her best friend is daughter #3 — they just get on so well — and I know that she too will miss her loads.
Anyhow, I best get my sh*t together; no time to waste and all that.
Oh, the Osho quote. If you don't know him, you might want to check him out. I love his writing; his videos on YouTube, well, all I'll say is they take a bit of getting used to. Make up your own mind, perhaps.
Much love ❤️, Ju.