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.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.

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