“There are so many thousand good books, in so many languages, suited for so many different moods, and needs, and individuals, that all a man ought to do is to say a given number of books proved of interest and use to him personally at a given time under given conditions.” – Theodore Roosevelt
Netflix – watched everything.
Amazon Prime – watched what was good.
Cable TV – nothing left except the news. And I can’t watch much more of that.
We need a break from the screens.
Reading and Books,
“Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go; it is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow.” – Alice Mackenzie Swaim
I love watching the first blooms of early spring. Tulips, daffodils, and crocus have been lying dormant for almost a year. When they make their appearance each April, it reminds me that warmer weather is on the horizon. The promise of more daylight, more time outdoors and even more flowers.
Every so often, winter ignores the calendar. We wake up to find that the grass has disappeared under a fresh coat of snow. The temperature has dropped below freezing. The daffodil stems are bowed down in submission. A lone tulip stands defiant.
“A free man possesses time.” – Erling Kagge
Alarm clocks. Time clocks. Clocks on our wrists. Clocks on our phones.
Paper calendars. Electronic calendars. Internet-enabled calendars.
Factory whistles. School bells. Meeting notifications.
Constant reminders of the many ways time is passing by – by the minute, by the hour, by the day. We’ve developed many different ways to measure the passage of time. It’s just as important that we recognize the value of time.
“He that can take rest is greater than he that can take cities.” – Benjamin Franklin
One of my favorite memories from childhood is the time we spent at Hampton Beach each summer. My father’s cousin let us use their house for one week each August. A house on Ocean Boulevard – directly across the street from the beach.
Our days would revolve around the tides. Low tides meant running for what seemed like miles to get to the water. As the tide rolled in, we’d retreat and retreat, eventually abandoning the beach to watch the waves crash against the wall from the safety of the sidewalk.