"So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
In light of all the firestorms affecting the church over this and that issue, with disagreements and damaged relationships between people which result, this verse has been on my mind for the last few days.
Income Tax. Final Exam. Yesterday. 9 am.
Per usual, got up around 6. Fed & walked the dog. Meditated a bit on all the tax-related thoughts swarming my brain (exam-specific ‘monkey mind’ if you will).
Packed a snack bag of bananas & peanut butter. Water bottle. And embarked on my half-mile journey to school, again per usual, on foot (helps me feel alive, think, and conserve gas not to mention parking money).