I didn’t come outside with the intention to write anything. My intention was to enjoy some sunshine and listen to the last of leaves to fall. If you’ve never been anywhere where you are able to listen to nature do her thing. Then I truly feel sorry for you. Even here in this quiet little hamlet tucked away in the middle of the woods, one can choose to listen to the noise of the day. Anything from the passing sound of a log truck or a speeding SUV. You can allow the everyday racket of the day to distract you.
Even the most Buddhist among us can be distracted by the every day business of life. Eating, working, resting, going to the bathroom. But in all that they take moments to center themselves to focus and breathe. Even in the Christian faith we are instructed to do things as into the Lord (Colossians 3:23-24). To center ourselves and focus on the task at hand. I just jumped out of the shower after a frustrating morning. I smell the scented soap on my skin. I feel the smoothness of my face where I shaved. A dog barks wantingly down the street. The comforter Lisa washed is flapping on the line.
The years dust my face in my 61st year. And it seems that with each new day a new ailment appears. As my children grow older I see more and more little pieces of myself and their mother as they age. It is funny to be raised as if our youth will never die. Yet the maturity we saw in our grandparents sorta skipped a generation in our own parents. So focused on wealth and material things. Growing up I was privileged to the rest of the world. Yet that privilege never grew. It drove a hard wedge into us, leaving an incredibly bad taste. So pull back into the spiritual. Rethinking priorities and the things that are important. Writing was not my intention, but giving and appreciating is.
Even the most Buddhist among us can be distracted by the every day business of life. Eating, working, resting, going to the bathroom. But in all that they take moments to center themselves to focus and breathe. Even in the Christian faith we are instructed to do things as into the Lord (Colossians 3:23-24). To center ourselves and focus on the task at hand. I just jumped out of the shower after a frustrating morning. I smell the scented soap on my skin. I feel the smoothness of my face where I shaved. A dog barks wantingly down the street. The comforter Lisa washed is flapping on the line.
The years dust my face in my 61st year. And it seems that with each new day a new ailment appears. As my children grow older I see more and more little pieces of myself and their mother as they age. It is funny to be raised as if our youth will never die. Yet the maturity we saw in our grandparents sorta skipped a generation in our own parents. So focused on wealth and material things. Growing up I was privileged to the rest of the world. Yet that privilege never grew. It drove a hard wedge into us, leaving an incredibly bad taste. So pull back into the spiritual. Rethinking priorities and the things that are important. Writing was not my intention, but giving and appreciating is.
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