I’m tired of blaming the weather. I’m tired of having this, or that, or the other thing waiting to be squared away. I’m tired of ignoring this|that|the other in order to address the persistent drowse. I’m tired of seeing inadvertent self-serving motives dressing up as inclusion or thoughtfulness. I’m tired of being tired.
At this femtosecond, shedding everything but the words (and the practices pertaining to the words) seems like The Thing To Do. If I wasn’t already this old (with all the experiences that ride along)…
but I am, and I know there’s no there there.
Then the Adversary took him to the holy city and placed him on the pinnacle of the temple, saying to him, “If you are the Son of God, throw yourself down; for it is written,
‘He will command his angels concerning you,’
and ‘On their hands they will bear you up,
so that you will not dash your foot against a stone.’ (Psalm 91)”
Jesus said to him, “Again it is written, ‘Do not put the Lord your God to the test.’”
One of these days, I’ll understand the algorithm for my internal Spotify. But today we begin with the Theme from Mahogany…