It is evening, and I feel today was a day where I felt stroked all through the day with joyful fingers and feathers of light. I feel tickled pink.
I saw a bumper sticker today that I liked. "If evolution is outlawed, only outlaws will evolve."
I read the John Fowles book, The French Lieutenant's Woman tonight. I was struck by this paragraph that is written about the year 1867.
"Though Charles liked to think of himself as a scientific young man and would probably not have been too surprised had news reached him out of the future of the airplane, the jet engine, television, radar: what would have astounded him was the changed attitude to time itself. The supposed great misery of our century is the lack of time; our sense of that, not a disinterested love of science, and certainly not wisdom, is why we devote such a huge proportion of the ingenuity and income of our societies to finding faster ways of doing things - as if the final aim of mankind was to grow closer not to a perfect humanity, but to a perfect lightning flash. But for Charles, and for almost all his contemporaries and social peers, the time signature over existence was firmly adagio. The problem was not fitting in all that one wanted to do, but spinning out what one did to occupy the vast colonnades of leisure available."
I think he is speaking of a certain class in England. Certainly those words can't fit everyone, but it does seem we are currently addicted to speed. I like the idea of time as adagio.
Today I sat and watched the light on some eucalyptus leaves. It is a marvelously light time of year.
May tonight be one of peace and ease, and time stretched on wings to dry.