daylight comes calling, laying on the long table its sheet of white gold
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Sunday morning, blue and breezy. I’ve had a full breakfast and brewed a pot of tea (Si Ji Chun, Four Seasons of Spring, sweet and sharp, good for mornings). I am writing surrounded by sound, blissed-out Balearic downtempo melding seamlessly with the quiet echoes of Sunday, and daylight is glowing in the porcelain and lacquer of my tea service. And I find myself thinking that, in terms of the sheer richness of possibility and the texture of everyday life, this is the finest era there has ever been in all of our history, and I am glad to be alive in it. Today will be a good day. Later on I’ll head out to the gym, attend a yoga class, maybe run a little; and today I will write. An idea for a quick short ebook crystallized yesterday, something I’ve been thinking about for a while. I’ve recorded the ideas on my phone — I am slowly but surely discovering the joys of dictation — and what remains will be to flesh them out, organize them, turn them into something worth reading. Few emotions can compare to the feeling that one is moving forward, that the next step is worth taking, will get you somewhere. I feel like a sailboat casting off in the bright white sunlight of a Mediterranean harbour, journeying on towards new destinations.
The rapt heartbeat of your birth
has now gone silent; the soft skein
of the twisting net death wove
has drawn tight its silver chains,
purging you of grief and love,
leaving to our world of pain
your body, fragile as the earth
wrapped in early morning rain.
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