It often seems that all us humans rush around doing this and that. It seems like we are in search of something whether it’s that perfect vase at the home store or a certain kind of shampoo. We waste half the day in transit. I always wonder what it is we are looking for because deep inside I know it’s not the vase or shampoo.
As I age I realize what I’m looking for is within myself. It’s right here. A little bit of happy solace. It really doesn’t take much.
A few moments to sit with an open window and realize the birds are chirping, that dinner can wait, that everyone is okay.
I can obsess about everything that needs doing… and often I do, but I am learning to reckon with these rare moments when I can just sit and listen to the sounds of my life.
I have a little room in this house that beckons me each day to sit a minute. I love the oldness of it. It feels like a woman from the 1800’s was just in here sewing by the window.
It feels gentle, like only happy thoughts must be thought.
Molly and I sat and made loom potholders on one of those red toy looms. We spoke to each other and after a time just sat in the quiet and wove those little nylon bands over and over until my fingers were cramped.
Someday when the kids are grown and my husband has relegated himself to having a huge belly and reading three newspapers a day I will miss these days of having to find quiet. It seems a far away thought, but having brought my oldest to the airport on Thursday to fly far away because she is a grown-up and has an exciting life of her own, really makes me realize how fast time goes by. Too fast….much too fast!
How do you spend your “me-time”?
Happy weekend to you!