Memorial Day Holiday

A hefty breeze. Nice. I overslept. To late to go to Cracker Barrel
because of crowds. Just cereal. I re-read The Art of Pilgrimage. Drink
coffee. Wait.

"Never trust a thought that didn't come by walking," says Nietzsche. I
sit outside, read, and daydream. The puzzle can be complicated. We can
gather too many fragments to our lives. Pieces that can never be
transformed. There is always the light that needs replacing, the
unlosened screw, the hole needing repair. Complications !

At the library yesterday I checked Pepy's Diary and Boswell's Johnson.
Walking Fleet Street does that to you. "The call is always a journey of
discovery."

HOW DO WE LOSE OUR SOULS?

We become engaged in the illusion of life we have bought into. Work
becomes our master. We become slaves to another's dream. We are
possessed by a dream other than our own. Demands become our
commandments. We lose our soul when we have no time for ourselves. No
solitude. Maybe watching the world through the eyes of a puppy is the
answer.