Rote words roll off the fluid tongue
Like gravel down a hill
Mindfulness is the message sung
Most people never will
Trudging forth with our tasks amassed
We tackle every one
Some succeed some still have more need
The sun determines done
So at day’s end the mind at ease
Did good day earn its flair
To move us close to soulful peace
Of one more day to share
HAVE A GOOD DAY-SYNOPSIS
I was sitting at the coffee shop in the small town near the mountain house my husband built for me and was noticing the echo of “Have a good day” with every cup of coffee purchased. It struck me that the offer was without definition. What does “Have a good day” actually mean? Having lost my soul mate three months prior, my mind drifted. I realized society has many rote greetings or responses with little dimension or definition.
I hoped those words recited by the barista would give people pause at the end of their often ordinary day and reflect if they indeed had had a good day. Unfortunately, I think the answer is that this level of insight, this depth of mindfulness, is often only achieved after suffering profound loss. It is then you truly understand that every day you are alive and can share it with others is indeed a very good day.
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