I woke late (6.40 a.m.) after a gorgeous sleep, and a thought floated into my mind. I suspect it was prompted by a comment from a philosophical taxi driver yesterday.
"What a wonderful day. I'm alive, I'm here, I'm now, I'm me."
A positive thought but what a self-centred one. Still, it's true: lucky lucky me.
I went to do tai chi on my deck — which I associate with another, far superior thought. Not my own thought, but I own it nevertheless.
"Good morning world. I am still with you!"
How sly. How delicious.
These were the first words every day of the elderly, eccentric hero of Noel Virtue's novel, The Redemption of Elsdon Bird.
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