I open In Praise of Slowness by Carl Honore to this quote:
People are born and married, and live and die, in the midst of an uproar so frantic that you would think they would go mad of it.
- William Dean Howells, 1907
I wonder what William would think of time as it is bandied and thrashed now.
Agatha Christie, an incredibly prolific and successful writer, had this to say.
Most successful people are unhappy. That's why they are successes - they have to reassure themselves about themselves by achieving something that the world will notice ... The happy people are failures because they are on such good terms with themselves that they don't give a damn.
- Agatha Christie
The statement appears to be a curious indictment of her own life. We are entering a three day weekend. Monday is a day to honor workers and their families. It comes at a time when to have a job is appreciated in a way that might not have been imagined a year or two ago.
Today I was out working in the yard, considering growth, harvest, and rest. I had taken Steve to the doctor for an unexpected problem. It again allowed me to recognize and appreciate each time I bend over and each time I straighten back up.
Happy enjoyment of these three days in the ways that most deeply nourish you, perhaps in contemplation of balancing energy on rest, or perhaps it is to consider balancing rest on energy. Have fun with the toss of thought.