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Reflections on Life While Doing Nothing

The Reward

Chickens fed, eggs collected, warm day, I grab a spot under the shade of a hundred-foot Douglas Fir and lay down.

It’s my special place!

It’s my reward for a job well-done!

The three o’clock sky is alive with lazy, willowy white clouds drifting by, thanks to the northerly jet stream. My mind clears. I open the door to my imagination and Mickey Mouse ears float by, M-I-C-K-E-Y, followed by the shake of a lamb’s tail, the fender of a ’59 Edsel, cotton candy at the Western Washington State Fair, circa 1962, and a fly ball, forever uncatchable, settling in the far reaches of center field.

The highlight reel ends and a sea of blue takes its place, an ocean, seen from above, forty-thousand feet high, Eight Miles High, thank you to The Byrds, no motion can be seen on the water from that height, a gentle blue canvas awaiting the stroke of the Master, but looks are deceiving, are they not, for there is motion, that northerly breeze ruffles the tree limbs above, proving exactly that, and adding salt to that thought pudding, two white seed pods float by, fifty feet up, following the breeze, a beautiful gentleness in that vision, the entire universe shrunken to the size of those pods, sailing on that ocean, sailing . . .

Feeding done; time to relax!

Feeding done; time to relax!

Random Musings

The thing is, what I’m seeing would not be seen by others if they were to join me there, in that special place. I’ve known people who would look at those same clouds and see the white-flash associated with napalm a split second before a village is destroyed; others I know would see a line of cocaine. I’ve known people who would see a white Hijab, and I know a person who is clinically depressed who would probably see a deep pool of despair in that fluffiness.

We all look at the same thing but see it so differently, based on our past experiences, our past teachings, our past happiness and our past pain. And who is right, or who is wrong, in that seeing? My truth is different from your truth is different from, well, there you have it, the truth shall set you free . . . or will it, when the truth is transitory and fluctuates with each who speak it.

The sky is my movie screen

The sky is my movie screen

My Dad

I’m not sure my dad, long gone, would approve of me taking that break from labor. Sun up to sun down he worked, a harder-worker I have never met, make hay while the making is good, he would say, or get off your butt, Billy Boy, there’s still work to be done.

But the thing is, he died three days before his fiftieth birthday, his body just tossing up the stop sign and saying “ENOUGH,” and he dropped lifeless in the bathtub, here’s to you, Dad, but consider this, father of mine, I have worked longer than you lived, fifty-four years this summer, a variety of jobs, anything to pay the bills and put food on the table, so Dad, my Dad, when will it be all right to take a break if not now? When will the time be right to laze under a summer sun and exercise my free will to do nothing? I’ve certainly paid my dues, my life a veritable country song of heartache and trial, love and tribulation, successes and failures, all rolled up in sixty-nine years of busting ass and stumbling over obstacles of my own making, so maybe it’s time to change my tune from a Johnny Cash gut-wrencher to a Faith Hill love song, with me as the recipient.

Dad beside me, under those firs, looking up at the white clouds, taking a rare break from busting the hump, what would he see? Would he see anything at all, that child of the Great Depression, veteran of World War 2? What videos played in his mind all those years, obscuring the truth, or perhaps magnifying the truth, with a clarity I did not see at that time?

It’s an interesting scenario, is it not?

How about you out there? What would you see if you joined me? What are you willing to see? What do you refuse to see?

One tough s.o.b.

One tough s.o.b.

A Return Trip

The next day was similar in atmospheric nature, so I grabbed my favorite spot and set about doing nothing once again. The clouds yielded similar images, lollipops and moonbeams, lambs and seed pods, a continual loop of Bill’s life, gotta change this film, what can I do to change it, what can I do, should I change it, is it necessary . . .

So I changed positions . . . moved down ten feet . . . tilted my head . . . a different perspective, if you will . . . and I’ll be damned if the clouds didn’t yield something different, purity and peace, innocence and honesty, all it took was that different perspective, wondering if it’s that easy why others don’t try it, just shift positions a bit, just be willing to alter a smidgeon, a social experiment, if you will, just for the hell of it.

I think back to my baseball days, as a high school pitcher. I was going through a rough stretch my sophomore year, couldn’t get anyone out for a couple weeks, every damned pitch pounded by opposing hitters, like they knew what was coming, the frustration growing, wondering what I was doing wrong, and the harder I tried the harder they hit the ball . . . until my coach told me to stand on the other end of the pitching rubber, just try it he said, a difference of twelve inches to the right, and I’ll be damned if that didn’t make all the difference, a completely new angle to my pitches, seems so simple now, looking back, just twelve inches in perspective.

So What?

I don’t know what to make of it all. I’m not a deep thinker, a pretty simple man really. All I know, for sure, is a midday break is just what the proverbial doctor ordered for this man, despite the disapproving looks from my long-deceased father. If I don’t contemplate my life now, when will I? If I don’t allow myself to rest and regenerate, when will I?

Thich Nhat Hanh, Vietnamese Buddhist monk and peace activist, pointed out this truth:

“We humans have lost the wisdom of genuinely resting and relaxing. We worry too much. We don't allow our bodies to heal, and we don't allow our minds and hearts to heal.”

I believe that. That old scoundrel Thich Nhat Hanh sounds like my kindred spirit. Yes, I see the value of hard work. I think I’ve proven that over the years. But I also realize, today, that there is more to life than hard work, and there is no shame in hitting the brakes and just allowing the joy of living to wash over me. Without a doubt my father would not have agreed.

“There’s plenty of time to rest when I’m dead, Bill,” and Dad, those are true words but dammit, don’t you see, there is plenty of time to, and plenty of reasons to, rest now if I just allow it to happen.

I just wish you would have realized that, Dad, long ago. I would have loved a father-son talk tomorrow under those fir trees. Who knows what we would have seen?

2018 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)


Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on November 29, 2018:

Kim my friend, it is good to have you back. Thank you for sharing about you dad....precious moments like those last your lifetime. Cherish them Kim...cherish them!

ocfireflies on November 28, 2018:

Hi Bill,

Do you remember me? Once again, I am taking a go at returning to my hp home. I know that I have been rather inconsistent about my hp responses. I find it interesting that this is the hub of yours I chose to read today for my morning was spent with my daddy. I take him to his doctor appointments, and I treasure every moment we get to spend together. Like your dad, my dad has worked so very hard all of his life. It has only been in the last few years since we lost mama that he has finally slowed down, and yet, at 82 continues to go work out, watch his baseball and read. While, I do not ever remember a day in which he read newspapers, it is only now (that he has the time) he reads tons and tons of books. Last summer, it was such a great pleasure to introduce him to a friend of mine who had published a book that my dad read and loved. This is a novel in which my friend noted my contribution on the acknowledgment page.

Okay, I have rambled on more than intended, but this hub was perfect in every way and just the perfect one for me to read today.

Blessings Always to you and Bev,


Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 31, 2018:

I can see you doing that, Alyssa! You strike me as the introspective type; just one more reason for me to like you.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 31, 2018:

Excellent, Brian! Thank you for sharing that. I, for one, love working for myself.

Alyssa from Ohio on July 31, 2018:

A great message in your random musing. Thank you, Bill! ..and I, too enjoy stopping for a bit and staring up at the clouds.. or the stars. Both are amazing for putting life into perspective.

Brian Leekley from Bainbridge Island, Washington, USA on July 30, 2018:

Back when I was working factory jobs, it would be in the union contract so many minutes of break time per so many hours of work. Not taking work breaks actually hurts production.

Being my own boss now, I tend to over-extend breaks from working on my projects—to, for instance, indulge in hour-and-a-half lunches while I play Bookworm or watch TED talks. I'm learning to snap my mind back to focus on work by using the 5-4-3-2-1 Mel Robbins Five Seconds Rule.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 27, 2018:

It is my pleasure, Karen....good luck with that sermon. I'm sure it will be high-quality and meaningful.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 27, 2018:

Thank you very much, Larry!

Larry Rankin from Oklahoma on July 27, 2018:

Beautifully done:-)

Karen A Szklany from New England on July 26, 2018:

Great article with such an important message, Bill! I am now going back to watch the 2 TED talks you provided l inks to. I'm crafting a sermon on Regeneration that I'll be delivering at our UU church the end of next month. Been doing lots of reading, but now I'll also use some TED talks for inspiration, too. Thank you for sharing your wisdom so generously across the miles, Bill!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 23, 2018:

What you've got here is good enough for me, Verlie. Thank you so much, my friend. I'm so happy you enjoyed it.

Verlie Burroughs from Canada on July 22, 2018:

Wow Bill, very poetic expression for a self described 'not a poet'. I see you've included some resource videos on perspective that I will check out now instead of doing nothing :). Framing this write in a conversation with your Dad really brings it (and him) to life. Tried to edit this comment a little, but not getting response, must be a glitch. So I will go with what I've got on the page.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 22, 2018:

We all have a shelf lie, William, and we must make the most of it before we become spoiled goods. Thank you!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 22, 2018:

Genna, that is a powerful statement "they work to live, and we live to work." Pretty much sums it all up,doesn't it?/ Thank you for sharing that. I wish more people could read those words and internalize them before it is too late.

Thank you dear friend!

William Kovacic from Pleasant Gap, PA on July 22, 2018:

Bill, those are some powerful thoughts and life lessons we all need to learn. This is our only shot at this very short lifetime. Rest on, my friend!

Genna East from Massachusetts, USA on July 22, 2018:

I remember when I was very little, I told my Dad, "there are trains of cotton in the sky today." He said with impatience, "those are clouds -- not cotton." I answered that I knew that. It took him a few moments to realize that I was describing what the clouds looked like to me.

I think your Dad would see things differently, today, in retrospect and take that moment to laze under the sun...and more. Perhaps we don't take that time, and we think we have so much more it that we realize. Understanding this is such a gift.

My son and daughter-in-law visited Europe a couple of years ago -- Germany, Italy, etc. I asked my son what he thought was the main difference between Europeans and Americans. He said, "They work to live, and we live to work."

Your work has always shown that you have a beautiful balance of mind and heart, Bill. That is a gift to your readers. Thank you. :-)

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 22, 2018:

Thank you so much, Dora! I really do appreciate your continued support and friendship.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 22, 2018:

Thank you dear Maria! We are both forever working on this. Wishing you a brilliant Sunday.



Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 22, 2018:

I wish you could too, Rajan! I'll do it for you until you are able.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 22, 2018:

Thank you, Peggy for sharing your memories. Very special indeed.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 22, 2018:

Blessings always, Sean. May you find balance today and always, my friend.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 22, 2018:

There is no doubt of that, Flourish, and I will be forever grateful. Thank you!

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on July 22, 2018:

Reminds me of a book I read called "How to Think." Thinking takes time and all the thoughts and visions that came to your while you were resting has impacted you positively. They impacted me too-as well as other readers. Beautiful read!

Maria Jordan from Jeffersonville PA on July 22, 2018:

Musings that remind me of the importance of decluttering our minds... something I am forever (and ever) working on.

Hope you are having a wonderful weekend. Love, Maria

Rajan Singh Jolly from From Mumbai, presently in Jalandhar, INDIA. on July 21, 2018:

Bill, you are so lucky to have the opportunity to let your imagination flow free and tune in to nature. Not many are lucky to be in your shoes.

I wish I could lie down under the green canopy of the tall trees in the picture above and savor the cool breeze slowly caressing my entire being while I let my imagination work for a change.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on July 21, 2018:

Reading this brought about many thoughts. One of them was in the summertime when I was a child. My mother would have finished her morning chores including feeding us for lunch and then she would often take a break unless it was canning time or some other labor intensive time of year. She would lay on the grass with the three of us kids and we would all take turns looking up at the clouds expressing what each of us saw. Nice memories! Thanks for writing this Bill. Yes...we all deserve a break now and again.

Ioannis Arvanitis from Greece, Almyros on July 21, 2018:

Balance, my brother Bill! That is what fills my thoughts, now that I've read this beautiful piece of your Heart and mind. Balance! Thank you for reminding us that life, first of all, is balance.



FlourishAnyway from USA on July 21, 2018:

Your dad did the best with what he had. Unfortunately it wasn’t all that you needed growing up, but I am certain he loved you and was proud.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 21, 2018:

Thank you Manatita.....peace be with you always, my friend.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 21, 2018:

Hey, David, good to hear from you. I hope life is treating you well south of the border. Thank you and take care.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 21, 2018:

I love it, Shannon! I instantly like your kids. Any kids who can see a pooping dog in the clouds have very healthy imaginations.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 21, 2018:

Awww, thank you Ann! Rarely does someone refer to me as sheer brilliance, so that is an early Christmas gift which I will gladly cherish.

The weekend is upon us and with it more opportunities to do nothing. Enjoy!


Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 21, 2018:

Sis, I'll take all the love and hugs you can muster. Thank you for joining me on a much-needed break. I'm so happy we are both at a point in our lives when we can truly appreciate the joy of doing absolutely nothing.

manatita44 from london on July 20, 2018:

Nice! You also mention great men. A little reflection is never a bad thing. You can call it 'change of work.'

A well-written piece as per usual and a 'sweet' change.

David Warren from Nevada and Puerto Vallarta on July 20, 2018:

Thank you for sharing this. I am pleased to see that you are still here on HP. Hola from Puerto Vallarta.

Shannon Henry from Texas on July 20, 2018:

You make me laugh a little because you reminded me of a time when my children were younger and they saw a dog pooping in the clouds. As kids will do, they blurted it out at the most random time and I had no idea what they were talking about at first. But once I realized they saw it in the clouds, sure enough, I couldn't argue. Sometimes we see what someone else sees, too. And sometimes only after it is pointed out to us.

As for resting, I am a big fan of taking time to myself to just relax whenever I can. May not always happen often, but it always leaves me feeling better.

Ann Carr from SW England on July 20, 2018:

Sheer brilliance, bill! I love this and that first paragraph is superb.

I love cloud-watching and seeing different images - even as the same cloud shifts a little.

Indeed, we all have different images of the world and thank goodness for that. I think that generation, our fathers', didn't approve of taking a break, but it's true that it does us good to do so, to refresh, recharge and perhaps re-plan our path in life.

This is pure inspiration and inspirational. Your mind works well when you're resting (and when you're working of course!).

Have a fantastic, fruitful Friday, bill!


Suzie from Carson City on July 20, 2018:

Bro.... as usual, I am with you in your mind & body-soothing moments. How I treasure those kick-back, quiet daydreams. They comfort, refresh and replenish. It is habit-forming and a healthy, welcome habit it is!

Best of all, they're all our very own private escapes...self-encouragement & appreciation for jobs well-done and fuel to continue our unique journey.

Thank you for your incredible ability to take us along on your mini-vacations from the hustle-bustle of our individual worlds. Time to go within, time for serenity, to feel joy and embrace beautiful peace.

Sending love & hugs.....Paula

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 20, 2018:

It is for sure, Pop! It is for sure! Thank you!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 20, 2018:

I think now he would approve, John! Time has a way of mellowing us...even the spirits.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 20, 2018:

My pleasure, Linda! Thanks for being with me briefly on this beautiful day.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 20, 2018:

Eric, you and Hanh? That is one meeting I would have loved to witness. I am now jealous.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 20, 2018:

MizB, those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end, we'd sing and dance, forever and a day....thank you!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 20, 2018:

Nothing and everything indeed, Heidi. Thanks for the recommendation.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 20, 2018:

I appreciate that, Bill! Thank you and Go Cards!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 20, 2018:

I have tried to do that, Keys! He was not a perfect man, but he was the father I needed and perfect for me at that time.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 20, 2018:

Thank you Linda! Practically everything I do and know will eventually be revealed in my writing. It is who I am, my legacy, and I appreciate you following my life.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 20, 2018:

Thank you, Meg, and I hope you find a way to get your rest today.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 20, 2018:

Well, Sha, I think you deserve to be that little girl once more. Go take a deserved break and enjoy the moment, my friend.

breakfastpop on July 20, 2018:

Perhaps your father would have changed his mind if he had listened to your thoughts, although old habits are hard to break. In any case, you have your special spot and that is a beautiful thing.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on July 19, 2018:

This was a wonderful message, Bill, and I can relate to your thoughts. I too always loved staring up at the clouds passing by and try to transform them into things, especially when I lived on the farm. funny thing is I do the same with other things as well, like floor tiles, wallpaper etc. I too probably take more time out to relax than my father would have approved, but oh well, like yours, he was brought up in different times. Besides, you turn your contemplations into wonderful writing like this, so even your relaxation is productive.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on July 19, 2018:

Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Bill. They are interesting to contemplate.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on July 19, 2018:

With my Viet connections I have spoken with Thich Nhat Hanh. A more loving soul alive today would be hard to find at around 90+. the Buyddhists are a swell group and let me hang out.

Now Bill I must admit that this piece has me shaking my head. At first I could not figure what you were talking about, until you mentioned your dad.

In my case I have to take a break from nothingness and do a little work. I do not know how you people do it. Deep thinking is reserved for us lazy's :-) With nothing except play to do elsewise.

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on July 19, 2018:

Beautiful article, Bill. It reminds me of those lazy days of summer I spent lying on my back in the yard swing looking up through the foliage of the two hickory trees from which it hung. Identifying shapes in the clouds was one of our favorite past times as children.

Kinda reminds me, recently a friend of mine looked down into his morning cup of Joe and saw a foamy Scooby Doo floating around. I told him at least it wasn't the Virgin Mary.

Sounds like your parents, like mine, were Children of the Great Depression and graduated from the "School of Hard Knocks."

Just some observations your thought provoking article brought out. Have a great rest of the week, my friend.

Heidi Thorne from Chicago Area on July 19, 2018:

You really aren't doing "nothing." You're connecting with your "everything." BTW, I love Thich Nhat Hanh's "The Miracle of Mindfulness" book. If you haven't read it, you should. Here's to doing nothing and everything!

William Leverne Smith from Hollister, MO on July 19, 2018:

I'm with your Buddist monk, Bill. Thanks for sharing this very thoughtful and useful piece... ;-)

threekeys on July 19, 2018:

This was a touching piece Bill.

As I read along I was reminded that it is not frivolous to stop still and follow the natural rhythms of our hearts and minds. It is so these moments of playing or dreaming with a child like innocence or expectation that allows us to grow in our care, connection and not collapse, with others and ourselves.

Im very sorry to hear that you lost your dad so young, Bill. But it seems you have loved and honoured your father by having a wonderful work ethic.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 19, 2018:

Thank you Liz! I always appreciate your thoughts.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 19, 2018:

Well, Emese, I hope they are good, cleansing tears. Thank you!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 19, 2018:

As always, Mr. Happy, you have willingly shared a part of you in your comment. Thank you for it all. I love to hear your thoughts on the various ramblings I toss out. Peace to you always!

Linda Lum from Washington State, USA on July 19, 2018:

Bill, you, my friend are never 'doing nothing'. Even when you are looking up at those clouds your mind is spinning, recording, musing, creating. You are an author and those quiet times allow you to recharge your batteries and allow those synapses to reconnect in new patterns to explore . . . who knows? But I'm sure it will be revealed in one of your articles or blog posts or novels, and we will reap the benefits.

DreamerMeg from Northern Ireland on July 19, 2018:

I used to love daydreaming like that. Unfortunately, as I get older, it is more difficult. Love that poem, what is this life, if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare. Great article. Rest is necessary. Glad you're getting yours.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on July 19, 2018:

Beautiful, Bill! We all need to take time to do nothing. That truth shines even brighter as I age. Otherwise, I'll literally work myself to death. And where would that get me? What would it get me? Missed opportunities to let my imagination float with the clouds. I'm not willing to give up those opportunities.

If I were lying under that tree with you, I'd see all the beauty there is to see in the world. I'd be at peace and free to just breathe, just as I did as a little girl watching the shape-changing clouds glide across the blue background without a care in the world.

Liz Westwood from UK on July 19, 2018:

This is a very well written article. You described it so well, I felt I was there too. It challenges me to take time out. I once knew someone, who used to say 'On the seventh day the Lord rested and so should we!'

Emese Fromm from The Desert on July 19, 2018:

Bill, this was so beautiful! You brought tears to my eyes...

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 19, 2018:

Delilah, I appreciate you taking a break from work to read my musings. Thanks for your thoughts and I hope you find peace in your busy day.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 19, 2018:

Thank you, Zulma, and good morning from Olympia. At least I'm on time with this response, so I'm patting myself on the back. Yes, step back, take a break, ponder. I wish I had learned that as a younger man.

Mr. Happy from Toronto, Canada on July 19, 2018:

"We all look at the same thing but see it so differently" - This point is critical for understanding Life. There are over 7.6 billion humans on this planet and so, there are 7.6 billion perspectives on Life.

Perception dictates what we understand in Life, or from Life and some take advantage of this. We had the "talk" about advertising already but this happens in many areas. "The Truth Is Only True From A Certain Perspective" - this was an essay I wrote in university. I posted it here too. Or, we can just take Oscar Wilde's quote: "Truth is rarely pure and never simple".

"I’m not sure my dad, long gone, would approve of me taking that break from labor." - He probably wouldn't. Haha!! My grandma would say: "If You do not work one day, You do not deserve to eat." I guess You'd be fasting today lol

"change my tune from a Johnny Cash gut-wrencher" - Strange thing: I do not listen to Johnny Cash but for that song, "Hurt". I put it on right now and I will probably listen to it several times on repeat: "You can have it all, my empire of dirt ...".

"What do you refuse to see?" - I do not refuse to see anything. I'm a Wanderer and a Hunter of Knowledge. I would not be one if I refused to see things.

"I’m not a deep thinker" - If You go too deep down Alice's rabbit hole, You might not be able to make it back. Just saying. I've ventured pretty far down the catacombs and I've had to struggle to come back a bunch of times. That's what I do though ...

"We worry too much." - Never worry. Worry is the wrong use of imagination.

"I would have loved a father-son talk tomorrow under those fir trees." - Go ahead. Don't let anyone stop You. Remeber: "all it took was that different perspective, wondering if it’s that easy why others don’t try it, just shift positions a bit".

"I would find a way" Johnny Cash, "Hurt".

A bow from me to You, Mr. Bill. I wish You well!

P.S. Hello Bill - "There is an art to doing nothing." - I wrote on this too: "The Importance of Doing Nothing" LOL

Delilah from Kentucky on July 19, 2018:

It was nice to read your story Bill, just this morning on my way into work I was looking up at the clouds and watching how peacefully they floated by, changing shapes and soon disappearing. It gave me a sense of peace before starting my busy day. I don't get much time to relax and watch the clouds but that may be something I change very soon.

Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon from United Kingdom on July 19, 2018:

Your stream-of-thought hubs are some of your best work, I believe. Maybe because they give us a unique glimpse of the man behind the words.

I'm a great believer in stepping back and taking a break. It may look like we're doing nothing to the casual observer but, like a swan on a lake, there's plenty going on under the surface. Rethinking, reimaging, reworking thoughts, beliefs, dreams, goals, all that and then some.

Nice job, Bill.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 19, 2018:

Very true, Mike! I'm trying, buddy!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 19, 2018:

Peg, you got to sleep in until seven??? LOL Lucky girl!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 19, 2018:

Thank you Frank! There is peace of mind wherever we are; we must only look for it.

mckbirdbks from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on July 19, 2018:

Hello Bill - There is an art to doing nothing. Glad to see you are practicing the art. There should be much more of it. Otherwise it will become a lost art.

Peg Cole from North Dallas, Texas on July 19, 2018:

Cloud gazing at its finest, Bill. And I'm with you on seeing all kinds of delightful shapes and images, even in the ones with the darkness before a storm. Our parents came from a different place where farming required sun up to sun down effort to keep food on the table. My dad was the same as yours with his, "Rise and shine. Daylight's burning," song and his rap-a-tap tap on my door at 7 am every day.

Frank Atanacio from Shelton on July 19, 2018:

sometimes a special place is indeed important your spot brings calmness to you and you're right others my have a difficult time grasping gossamer wings.. time goes so fast that a place beneath your favorite tree can help slow things down.. great refection my friend..

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