Thursday January 19th 2012 Tim
There are some who will
see in "gather ye rosebuds while ye may," a call to activity before time
flies, because "this fair flower that blooms today tomorrow will be
But these shorter days, for
those of us who find ourselves in bed by seven thirty and still in bed
twelve hours later, accrue benefits I'll call "well-rested." A
condition which is I agree thoroughly subjective, until one realizes a
full throated cardiac exercise by climbing stairs. And it is a
condition, I will suggest, the more moral amongst us are unable to
appreciate except through worry.
Which I guess is why the
"rosebud gathering crowd" see in the expression "well-rested" that sort of
bone idleness that leads to graffiti and wanton acts of shopping for seeds
through the mail order internet.
I, however, like to think of
"well-rested" as a "time for contemplation". And while I accept
the thin line between "wantonness" and "contemplation" I will insist that
"well-rested" is a discipline which in order to master requires a twenty or
thirty year learning curve and should therefore, be without sin.