When you don't try to rush through everything, it is possible to be more relaxed. This is an example of my razor-sharp insight. It also includes such gems as: this was comfortable until it wasn't.
Still working on the slowing down thing. I guess it is the kind of thing that I don't get to be done with. i packed for a trip this morning. And when I noticed I was kind of spiraling into a frenzy I took a break to do some recreational lens repair.
As a meditation-- not with the intention of actually being able to fix the lens (actually a lens attachment: a 2x teleconverter), but just to see how it worked and if it could be fixed by me or someone else. The verdict? Yes. But not right now. Then I went back to packing and was able to keep it somewhat sane.
This was, however, at the expense of packing smart. I wandered around the house and put things in bags as it occurred to me that I needed them. For long trips I more often make an excell spreadsheet detailing all the items that I will need and then check them off as I find them and again as I pack them. I am not kidding. You should have seen the list I made when I went to Kenya for four weeks.
I spent a lot of time breathing slowly today. And listening to children play. Now it is dark and silent in the cool of the night. All around me family and friends are curled up in chairs reading books. I am having a slowcation.
Grateful Crap: good friends who go with mad spur-of-the moment plans, clear freshwater lakes, dark away-from-the-city skies, quiet after the excitement of everything new.
Quaker, teacher, parent,