I guess I should call this post “Opportunity Rising After Sleeping In and Having a Leisurely Brunch,” right? It’s a rainy, cool day here in Kentucky, and I’m luxuriating in the realization that I have absolutely nothing at all to do. The laundry is done. Dishes are washed. House is reasonably tidy, and my beloved is happily occupied with work of her own for an hour or so.
I feel decadent.
We get so caught up in the rush of our days that we forget the joy of simply being. The warmth of quiet. The bliss of stillness.
I was Skyping with a friend the other day, and she was regaling us with her schedule. This mother of four had a schedule that would make the Secretary of State blanch–double, triple, even quadruple-booked, always multitasking, hands, mind, and body never idle. I wanted to shake her and say, “For goddess sake, woman, slow down!” Okay, I sorta did that, but she laughed and agreed with me.
Perhaps it’s the realization that our time here on Earth is finite that pushes us to be ever-productive. Or maybe it’s our culture trying to turn us into mindless worker drones. I don’t know. But somewhere, stillness and quiet have gotten a rotten rap.
Idle hands are the Devil’s plaything, or whatever the quote is.
Until we are still, we can never hear the voice of Divinity. Until we are still, we can never know true peace.
So turn off the television–yes, someone will win and someone will lose The Big Game™. You can watch the highlights on the news. There will be another game next week. Put down the Smart Device. Those Tweets™ will be there in an hour. Send the kids out to play in the fresh air (or at least give them a good book to read).
Sit still. Be quiet. Breathe in the universe.
Tomorrow, you can be busy again. But today? Choose the kinder option for yourself, and slow down a bit.
Now, I’m going on the couch to listen to the sounds of Sunday afternoon.
Love to you–Deb