Wednesday, September 13, 2017

“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.

In time.

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Simple happy.

Chocolate cheesecake ice cream.

Coyotes calling.

Doves cooing.

Rain falling.

And still, tomato slices on fresh bread.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early every morning with one of my photos and a few simple words. | Nulla dies sine linea: not a day without a line. | Soli Deo gloria: to the glory of God alone.

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