Good days, bad days

How often we speak of good days and bad days. On good days, people feel the sense of accomplishing something of value, of learning or enjoyment or encouragement. Bad days are not just days of misfortune or loss or frustration. Bad days may be reflective or meditative moments gone bad. We may sense the decades pass without having done anything or gotten anywhere. We may feel the lack of wisdom or serenity we thought should have arrived by now. We may suffer a shiver of fear or despair at the looming end. Even a passage in a friendly book suggesting the urgency of meditation may set off a sense of anxiety. We need so much to live in the moment, but are betrayed by time and undermined by the psychology — so deep-rooted in modern culture — of doing things here, now, and quickly. Can’t we just ask “why” of that demand? Can’t we just see the moments not as cumulative at all, but a spiral that takes us back and forth, or like the sea that ebbs and flows. There is nowhere we should be, only where we are here and now. And if we don’t want to be here, open a new dialogue with the self about it. There are no good or bad days, only days.

P.S. It’s been a year since hermit’s thatch began. The Web site is a little older, but took off in the search engines/directories about this time a year ago. Thanks to all who have visited, written, and — we’d like to think we helped — dreamed.