An Undeserved Bad

The four letter word may have a bad reputation, but it’s not totally deserved.

Please wait, before you disagree.

Haven’t there been just a few times in your life when being lazy has been rather nice?

Do you remember a quiet morning when yes, the dishes were piled in the sink, but just a sliver of sunlight pirouetted across the room. Instead of jumping up, you sat in its warmth remembering the heat of August in St.Marks Square. Then you smiled with the nearly forgotten pleasures of yesterday.

Lazy is a fragment of total peace sandwiched tightly between layers of responsibility, but it also a glue that keeps them from shattering.

Lazy is a tiny nugget of Leonidas chocolate that allows a quiet spasm of solitude on the rigid highway of healthy eating

Lazy only visits infrequently and always with an apology.

How sad that it is never viewed alone because it also brings the gift of endurance needed on the complicated treadmill of life.

Lazy is the moment of finishing that last chapter of an Norwegian mystery when the clock says it’s close to midnight.

Lazy is the second cup of coffee with a book of poetry on a windswept morning.

Lazy is watching a slow parade of frothy clouds instead of reaching for an umbrella.

Lazy brings us a latitude for being productive, emotionally, physically and yes, morally.

Lazy must be ingested slowly always with caution, but also with reverence.

Because lazy has really gotten a bad rap, and it is a vital ingredient for stability

Like rare perfume, or a full moon or even that memorable sliver of utter happiness, lazy is to be appreciated.

The month of August is summer’s reward for the cruelty of winter and meant to be enjoyed.

Savor just a sliver of lazy.