a monument to doing nothing

I always think of goats chasing each other around the barnyard when I eat goat cheese, their little horns poking from their heads, scampering from one end of the yard to the other.

I remember going to a petting zoo when I was a kid, there were baby goats there who had way to much energy for my liking. I wanted to hold one and all they wanted to do was run around and butt heads with the other goats. I got very frustrated and angry that the baby goats weren't meek and quiet like I wanted them to be.

I'm also eating baby carrots although I can't say they make me think of babies.

A candle is burning on the table and I've decided to stay in to read a book. I like to light candles when I stay put. I've always remembered hearing about the Israelites who would erect monuments when something important happened. I'd always imagined giant stone pillars standing tall in the middle eastern desert.

I'd like to think that in a way my little routine is the exact opposite of that. I plan for nothing important to happen while that wick is burning. By lighting it I'm saying that I'm firmly in one place and will most likely be here for a little. A friend told me once that I make a routine out of relaxing and I can't say I disagree with him; I'm purposeful about taking time to not accomplish anything.

The wick is burning and my book is calling.