“Some of us need to discover that we will not begin to live more fully until we have the courage to do and see and taste and experience much less than usual… And for a man who has let himself be drawn completely out of himself by his activity, nothing is more difficult than to sit still and rest, doing nothing at all. The very act of resting is the hardest and most courageous act he can perform.” – Thomas Merton

Man oh man am I guilty of this one. Always on the move. Always ten irons in the fire, six plates spinning…insert cliche of your choice here… go go go.

See. See. See.

Do. Do. Do.

Today, however, I started out here at dawn.

Granted, my more measured pace no doubt correlates with yesterday’s illness, but it’s welcomed nonetheless.

There are very few days I can remember where I simply did nothing. A whole day of nothing. Today, sadly, was still not one of those days. Yet, ever closer we came.

Other than a few emails to answer and a handful of texts, I managed more or less to do nothing today. No plan. No excursions. At the beach before dawn, a few trips back and forth to the pool, at the beach for sunset. A couple short walks. No TV. Not much reading. Not enough WiFi or cell signal to mindlessly scroll…

Nothing.

And it was delightful.

See you on the journey…