Now that I am retired…
I have leisure to solve jigsaw puzzles while contemplating the BBC Newshour.
I have the leisure to read The Danish Girl simultaneously flipping in and out of Saint Google to learn more about the real lives of these extraordinary women.
I have the leisure to stroll alongside Puget Sound shooting thought-provoking photos.
I have the leisure to write for uninterrupted hours dipping into soul depth only to emerge in the welcome reality of holy mundanity.
I have the leisure to listen to the spaces between words instead of riding on their persistent melody.
I have the leisure to listen to the subtle whispers of Spirit missed while caught in the throes of THE BRAND.
I make a case for leisure. I make a case for luxuriating in the leisure of 70. It is not given to me to pretend that it is the new 60. At last I can breathe. So I will.