What do I choose for this "Year of Doing"?
These past few days have been a time of getting everything straight. Started the New Year with a burst of work, then everybody left on Friday morning, and that triggered an urge to spend more time with the laundry, the still-up Christmas decorations and in due course (inevitably) the furniture moving. Every space (okay, the ones that matter) to be made new. Nearly there, so let's assume that the next task - clearing and vacuuming a space, moving a chest of drawers into it - can be taken as symbolic of this whole moment.
I choose to sustain the pace of work. So instead of "getting round to it", I'm actually going to do it. [Pause.] Space cleared. [Pause.] That's the vacuuming. Not sure whether it's the <multitasking> or the <actually getting something done> that feels good, but I wonder if I could live this whole life - my whole life, mine; it's to be lived - between the punctuation marks of a blog post. [Pause.] One chest of drawers, moved. Later this morning - a contemplative, take-time activity - go through the contents of the drawers before putting them back. I've been stepping past that chest of drawers for weeks; in that particular way, the space around me (my space, etc.) is no longer mildly, below-the-radar inconvenient.
This I have done before. This I will do again. Renewal. As that which is to be renewed, reveals itself. Question for the day: where is <choice> in suddenly recognising the <rightness> of something, somewhere, some action? A higher place? Is this the higher place? Grey morning with birdsong. Filament branches, so delicate, not quite black, just under the surface of the foggy sky.
These past few days have been a time of getting everything straight. Started the New Year with a burst of work, then everybody left on Friday morning, and that triggered an urge to spend more time with the laundry, the still-up Christmas decorations and in due course (inevitably) the furniture moving. Every space (okay, the ones that matter) to be made new. Nearly there, so let's assume that the next task - clearing and vacuuming a space, moving a chest of drawers into it - can be taken as symbolic of this whole moment.
I choose to sustain the pace of work. So instead of "getting round to it", I'm actually going to do it. [Pause.] Space cleared. [Pause.] That's the vacuuming. Not sure whether it's the <multitasking> or the <actually getting something done> that feels good, but I wonder if I could live this whole life - my whole life, mine; it's to be lived - between the punctuation marks of a blog post. [Pause.] One chest of drawers, moved. Later this morning - a contemplative, take-time activity - go through the contents of the drawers before putting them back. I've been stepping past that chest of drawers for weeks; in that particular way, the space around me (my space, etc.) is no longer mildly, below-the-radar inconvenient.
This I have done before. This I will do again. Renewal. As that which is to be renewed, reveals itself. Question for the day: where is <choice> in suddenly recognising the <rightness> of something, somewhere, some action? A higher place? Is this the higher place? Grey morning with birdsong. Filament branches, so delicate, not quite black, just under the surface of the foggy sky.