Keira McArthur

There is an ‘absence of me-ness’ in this morning.  What a relief.  Maybe thanks to A.A. Milne:

“What day is it?”, asked Pooh.

“It’s today”, squeaked Piglet.

“My favourite day”, said Pooh.

I’ve just cleared off and wiped the table where I sit, so the soft light coming through the south windows in front of me beams straight across it with no impediment.

I have a curious urge to play a version of pooh sticks where you sit as still as the still leaves outside, blur your eyes and listen to every sound you can hear, all the way to Greenland, the Orkneys, Norway, Siberia, the Aleutians and the BC coastline.

So I do.  There are tigers and rain and humpback whales and a golden eagle involved in what happens next.  And something the Dalai Lama said.  I get all fizzy.  Time stops.

Then I open my eyes to see that the beam of sunlight has traveled 3.5 feet across the surface of the table, and the light comes through golden leaves outside.

Thanks for that, A.A. Milne.

There’s a long list of things to fulfill today.  Time to get at it, good humour intact.

Happy Friday, all.