I try to live simply, without wasted thought, movement, or breath — not as a matter of laziness, but of calm, peaceful efficiency. Whatever it is, I know that if I can’t do it slowly and gracefully, I’ll never be able to do it quickly and effectively. Similarly, if I can’t say something softly, I’d be a fool to shout it from a mountaintop. I also try to write this way, with as little haste and effort as possible, even as the pages crumble, and the words wash away to the sea. But all of this begs the question, Am I graceful? No. But our philodendron has a new leaf.
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Categories: Daybook
Tags: Breath, Calm, Effort, Grace, Haste, Movement, Peace, Philodendrons, Simplicity, Speaking, The Sea, Thoughts, Words, Writing
William Michaelian 