I have become a magpie. I read a little of
this, and a little of that. This is not a habit I have
deliberately cultivated, nor one which I particularly admire or
to which I aspire. Although I recognize it does have some
strengths, just like the magpie. So recently I set about in
counterpoint to read a whole book from cover to cover.
Unfortunately, I can't exactly remember the
title, but it's something about 4000 weeks - which is round
about the number of weeks in an average lifespan. The author,
again I can't remember his name - it was a library book, in my
defence, and I am not going to use a search engine - was seeking
to jolt us into reflecting again on the preciousness of each
week. His thesis is that every book on time management is a
waste of time, unless it is about how we use well the length of
a lifetime. He doesn't use this phrase, but in the end, he
ends up talking about the sacrament of the present moment.
That is how do I, how do you, use this week, this
day, this moment well, because it might be your last, and one
day it will be, so best practice would be to practise
today. A lifetime is made up of moments.
Mary Oliver, a poet whose name I do remember,
puts it another way, "Attention is the beginning of devotion."
And Jesus says the same thing in the Sermon on the Mount when he
says, in reverse order, do not worry about tomorrow, consider
the lilies of the field, and look at the birds of the air. May
we do so today.
Maybe He was looking at magpies - and buzzards
One with you in the love that unites us all,