“One’s action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.”
~ D.H. Lawrence
I wake, restless, again; body protesting, mind flitting from here to there. I check in: what day is it? What do I have to do today? Ah yes, an appointment or two in town, an email to compose, a book review to edit–and still those tomatoes to tend to.
I’m weary of having multiple things on my calendar every day lately; I long for a string of uninterrupted quiet days at home but know this won’t happen anytime soon.
There’s a part of me that’s thinking ahead to January and that sweet season after the holiday rush when I can stay home for days with books and writing projects and my camera and a pantry full of food that affords me the luxury of being a hermit for a time.
But that’s a long way off. Now, life makes demands that must be met so I capture and guard pockets of stillness when I can–a few minutes, an hour, maybe (hopefully!) a full day tomorrow. Grateful, yes, for these things that demand my time and attention, but ready–more than ready, yearning for–quiet and stillness.
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Chocolate cheesecake ice cream.
And still, tomato slices on fresh bread.