I seldom get bored but I am thinking about it because a friend of mine said to me yesterday, I am bored. On those rare occasions I do get bored, I think of what a friend of mine said to me once thirty years ago when I told him I was bored: BE GRATEFUL FOR IT. I didn’t understand him at that time but the words kept coming back to me at moments and I realized that boredom only happens when you are deeply rested. So whenever boredom comes visiting, I thank it and it invariably passes, like those clouds I talked about several entries ago. If it doesn’t pass this way, don’t just thank it, hug it, accept it fully and it will become sweet.