Journal: Friday, April 14, 2006

Yesterday was a productive day for me. (Actually, I guess they all are, in some way.) I think a lot of the productivity came about because I made a good start. I rose at my usual time, 3:30 a.m., and spent about two hours meditating and writing. The house was silent at that early hour, and there was a peacefulness present that made thinking easy and pleasurable. Like a puzzle coming together of its own accord, wonderful truths seem to fall effortlessly into their proper places. Later, at school, I sat in our beautiful new library for about 45 minutes, just before my first class, and listened to a Mozart quintet and read some poetry. I looked out onto the athletic fields just awakening in the early sunlight, and beyond to the stone fence and the distant pasture. All was serene outside, and all was serene in my thoughts as the first class drew nearer. And indeed, my classes during the day all seemed to move along in a somewhat unforced and fluid manner. Because I had prepared myself for a peaceful day of classes, that’s exactly what I experienced. The students and I simply rolled through the lessons like a river rolls through the countryside. I guess you could say the entire day rolled elegantly along, producing wonderful results by the millions along the way.