Well another month has come and gone. This day is hot and humid; I think we will get a summer storm this evening. As I start to write this, another day is nearly done.

I marvel at the sunsets we have and the sunrises. They are never the same from day to day. Even when the day starts cloudy, the shades of gray are also different.

I am a reader of history and wonder at our country’s growth over the years. I will read about an event that happened at the turn of the century and I wonder what that day was like, was it hot or cold, was the sun out? There is a part of history that is unwritten and can only be told by the people who were around as the events happened.

Ralph Waldo Emerson looked at days as a long marching of days that seemed to go on forever, he said “I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes, hastily. Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day Turned and departed silent. I, too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.” In this poem one gets the impression that Emerson was having a down day

The Bible, in Genesis, tells us how the God created the first day. The mystery and beauty of it makes me feel that the days were meant to be beautiful and full of hope as well as discovery

In the dictionary, the meaning of day is described this way: Day is a noun, “the interval of light between two successive nights; the time between sunrise and sunset: Since there was no artificial illumination, all activities had to be carried on during the day.”

Author Peter Russell in a book entitled “Spirit of Now” looks at life in a different way.

He says, “The day is the natural cycle of our lives. The cycle of light and dark, wakefulness and sleep, has more significance than the cycle of the seasons. Indeed, in equatorial latitudes, you hardly notice the passing of the seasons. The day is what counts.”

I had never thought of living and days in quite the same way, instead of being 72 going on 73, I am 26,573 days old. I don’t know if that makes me feel older or younger.

When I became partly housebound, I decided to try and make a game out of each day. I was going to try the game for ether a week or on the outside, a month. I was going to try and live without TV or radio or any other electrical appliance.

I started to get up at the crack of dawn. After cleaning up I would have breakfast. That left the rest of the day. I started reading more and doing crosswords. I napped a little and then had an early dinner. I have several old jigsaw puzzles which I put together and at dusk I tried to go to bed. Going to bed was the hardest thing for me to do since I liked staying up late. For about a week I did a lot of tossing and turning. Pretty soon I seemed to have fallen into a daily routine. With my willpower, I lasted a little over a week before I decided to give it up.

The one good thing that came from my little experiment was that I have started to read more. Books have come back into my life. With Mr. Russell’s take on days, I find that life seems more meaningful knowing that I have lived for some 26,000 days. I now think of the future not in years but days, I hope to enjoy all of them. I will see you in another 30 days. Peace.