I was moving bricks yesterday. Two at a time. One in each hand. 75 steps to the new pile. 75 back to collect two more from the old. I did this for a couple of hours until the transfer was complete. I had my reasons. The main one being that my good wife had asked me to.

To be honest it was very enjoyable. In not doing too much at once (I started off carrying more) and going at a steady, un-rushed pace, It became a kind of relaxing meditation.

On this occasion, at least, I wasn’t focussed on the moment when the bricks would FINALLY have been moved. My word! That makes things far more exhausting in my experience. Especially the stage, near the end, when they have NEARLY been moved. That last stage is usually the worst don’t you think? It seems to last forever.

But this time….this time…. I was THERE with those bricks for the duration.

You can call me The Brick Buddha if you like.