I smile when I read the prompt for this week’s Five Minute Friday—active—because I’ve been anything but this month.
October, so far, has been going to appointments, spending bad days on the couch with my heating pad and a Yorkie, tapping out words, reading good books, thinking deep thoughts, and good days in the kitchen making beet pickles and apple pie or running errands with Gerry.
I made lists and crossed things off. Things that needed to get done, did. I planned to hunker down this month, but this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. Yet it’s been good. And, you know, I feel myself returning.
Active doesn’t always look like busy. Sometimes it’s a slow burn, a deep well, a transformation and a realigning—something we don’t know we need until it slaps us upside the head and forces us to pay attention.
I’m not writing for five minutes this morning because life these days is more a marathon than a sprint. To chunk it Pomodoro-style seems the antithesis of wisdom that comes in the deep dive. There’s a time, but that time isn’t now.