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December 10, 2007
How went the day?
How went the day?
I like the question, for each day is worth a million diamonds, cut and polished. So reflection and feeling is appropriate at its close.
But I like the question for another reason: for once spoken, the answer becomes wonderfully meaningless.
Was it a good day? A bad one? Such crucibles of feeling! Yet beyond these labels so keenly felt, is the space we call existence. And keeping that space clear is, for me, the genius behind the fake thrones of ecstasy and despair.
So how went the day for me? Every business plan fades to nothing, and pet projects wither in the bleak wind of indifference. Yet somehow there is blue in my sky this sunset. Big blue.
Good? Bad? We need words more subtle to describe our life and times.
Welcome to the adventure.
Posted by Mr Bojangles at December 10, 2007 12:55 PM
Comments
How went the day? I like that question too. But at the end of each day I find myself looking for answers to that question, and then spending too much time wondering if the answers are relevant or meaningful enough, then I spend too much time wondering whether the answers to the questions are real answers or just answers that I feel are the right ones, and then, Oh my gooness, its already past midnight and I still have no idea 'How went the day' because the next one has started and Im already asking, 'How will the day be?'
Maybe, just maybe I should simply say 'The Day Went'
Lou
Posted by: Lou Paine Davey at January 17, 2008 03:31 PM
Ah bara brith, a thinly-sliced, thickly buttered slice of heaven....
Posted by: welshmum at December 11, 2007 01:39 PM