My daughter is on vacation this week. She and a friend are sleeping in the living room after a Harry Potter film marathon last night (Blue Ray!) Structure has crumbled. I fit in freelance work around what my kids are doing. Dust and crumbs and hair gather in corners.
Cabin-fevered, I took a long walk last night in the dark, and I felt my heart open, gradually, thinking of longer days now unfolding.
This morning, a moment stretches to an hour. New emails come in. Old ones lie blinking at me like necessary mammals. (I should have answered that one last week.)
Will I ever finish my novel? Why does the washing machine smell bad, and what should I do about it?
For me, this is the way forward: It's both a discipline and a splurge of relaxation. Sit with what's happening right now. Pay attention. Meditate. Hello, body. Hello, mind, breath, feelings. Hello day.
Then I'll get dressed and see what's what.
|If I looked this good, I WOULD stay in jammies all day.|