This morning we debated whether to walk out in the rain or stay in the house with the boys. We chose the rain and were rewarded.
It’s almost spooky how many days my daily reading of Thoreau’s journal syncs up perfectly with my mood. (As he wrote, we receive what we’re ready to receive.) September 7, 1851:
We are receiving our portion of the infinite… I do not so much wish to know how to economize time as how to spend it.
The scenery, when it is truly seen, reacts on the life of the seer. How to live. How to get the most life. How to extract its honey from the flower of the world. That is my every-day business….
I am convinced that men are not well employed, that this is not the way to spend a day. If by patience, if by watching, I can secure one new ray of light, can feel myself elevated for an instant… shall I not be a watchman henceforth?