Scribal Day
My arm is tired. Heck, my whole body is still tired from yesterday's work; so much so, I slept in very late today, and got to today's Scriptorium at one of the member's home a little late.
( On Scribal matters... )
( On Scribal matters... )
Well stated.
Live for today.
Tomorrow can take care of itself; it will arrive soon enough. If it doesn't arrive, then what we do today is our final farewell. Which may sound a bit morbid, but...
there's a country song, by Tim McGraw.
"Live like you were dying."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7mHaFMqde6A
http://www.dapslyrics.com/display.php?sid=6116
He said I was in my early forties
with a lot of life before me
when a moment came that stopped me on a dime
and I spent most of the next days
looking at the x-rays
Talking bout the options
and talking bout sweet time
I asked him when it sank in
that this might really be the real end
how's it hit you when you get that kinda news
man what'd you do
and he said
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named fumanchu
and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.
He said I was finally the husband
that most the time I wasn't
and I became a friend a friend would like to have
and all the sudden going fishin
wasn't such an imposition
and I went three times that year I lost my dad
well I finally read the good book
and I took a good long hard look
at what I'd do if I could do it all again
...
Like tomorrow was a gift and you got eternity to think about
what'd you do with it what did you do with it
...
And I always get a little teary-eyed when I hear this one, even though I'm not much of a fan of country music. But it resonates with me.
Anyway. Enjoy fully your todays and tomorrows and your children and family.
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