I think I sit too much.
I wake up thinking about all of the things I need to accomplish,
Number two son has returned from university with a gargantuan bag of laundry, to add to the rather large pile of laundry that already awaits my attention.
I need to do some baking, so that the kids have something nice for breakfast. Also having just finished one birthday, my daughter’s, it is already time to start planning my son’s.
And rather looming is the fact that I need, need, NEED to gather the income tax stuff and get it sent off to my ever wonderful accountant with my heartfelt apologies for being so very late!!!
Add to this rather noisy chatter between my ears is this doggedly disruptive cough that kept me a little unsettled last night. Even though I have managed to sleep in, I drag myself out of bed with a feeling of dreadish disappointment … that incessant monkey banging his cymbals
chattering away to me – I need
to do better.
When I sit down with my coffee, I read an essay/manifesto on laziness, and the rather flawed belief we have that busyness is a virtue.
Knowing he only has a few hours before work, my husband is already getting things done. Soon enough he is finished his coffee time and is off to do some errands.
While I
sit.
Fridays seem to have become my true day off, I don’t have to be up early for work, and when I come down… my entire plan for the day is to sit, to read, and to catch up on things I haven’t had time to read, and hopefully now – to write.
This is how I choose to spend my day, in nurturing enjoyment.
There really are things I should be getting done, but outside the sun is shining, the cardinal is sitting at the feeder and before my very eyes blossoms are blossoming. And anyway I really have a very strong aversion to the word: should.
So again, I choose,
I choose to wander as the blue jay calls my name. I choose to stand grounded in sunshine as it warms my face and lights my heart. I choose to talk to the flowers, to thank them for coming and compliment them on their beauty. I choose to stop and stand in quiet joy to watch the snails, the toads and the brand new tadpoles as the pond again springs to life.
I choose to wander in the pure contemplative joy of nature and marvel at every little inch of my gardens bursting into the glories of springs renewing.
And when the clouds then roll in, and the air starts to feel a little cool, it is then I choose to go in and sit down with a nice cup of tea.
Because this day,
is of my choosing.
And while it is probably true, for the movers and shakers of the world –
quite possibly, I sit too much
But it is here,
in this very pace of life,
in the quiet beauty of nature
in the magical undulation of words
it is here
in divine gratitude
I can feel
my heart
expand
And I can smile, when I think of
tomorrow
when I shall strive
to do
better ♥