This is the first opportunity I’ve made to sit and write for awhile. It’s like coming home to an old friend, actually. I’ve been missing her but have befriended some new practices that I have been hanging out with recently. Sometimes, I find myself blogging in my head at times and think, “Oh, I should go write that down,” but then I realize, it is more important to be in that moment rather than interrupt it.
Tonight, I am having a friend over, and there’s quite a laundry list of things I want to accomplish before she arrives. It seems that with owning a home and raising food, there’s always something to do. I am learning, however, that if I take the time to start my day with a bit of quiet time to myself, then I can put the rest of what needs to get done in perspective. Perhaps the shelf won’t get hung or the plants potted on the front porch, but we will enjoy laughter and stories and time together nonetheless.
And so, for a few moments more, I will sit out here in the screened in porch and listen to the birds converse with each other, love on my dogs a bit longer, and watch the squirrels play tag among the trees. And my spirit will be restored.
A Moment’s Indulgence
by Rabindranath Tagore
I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs;
and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
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