brief afternoon sit.
warm, sunny day, cool shadows.
during our sit today, the wind made things dance. the boy spent the sit studying our pine's trunk and the blackberry stems growing around it, just now sending out leaves.
planted larkspur seeds today, in preparation for my cut-flower garden. i'm planning to make bouquets from the garden this summer and sell them at the end of our driveway, to try and earn a little extra grocery money. strawflower, dahlias, statice, mexican sunflowers have been growing on our plant shelf inside.
(sorry about the messy state of this next paragraph; i'm tired and don't have the time to edit it now. yes, i see the irony...)
a few weeks ago, a church in town posted a quote regarding the notion that we spend our lives the same way we spend our days. I've been reflecting on this idea for a while, and it's motivated me to make a couple of small changes here and there. i've been struggling a lot lately with accomplishing the things that i need to do each day before the day is over. of course, this is always a struggle, but lately it's been heightened for me for a variety of reasons. after having an argument with my husband last night fueled by my stress over the situation, i woke up today with a new idea, a furtherance of the church's quote. i remembered reading tuesdays with morrie, being struck at how powerful it is to learn the lessons that a dying elder has learned; in particular, i was reminded today of the practice of imagining that i one is on one's deathbed and is looking back on their life, reflecting on how they spent their time. this practice always helps me get clearheaded about what is truly important to me in life, and helps me to shake off the things that i get caught up in day to day that don't really matter to me in the long run: keeping the house clean and organized, worrying about what other folks think of my decisions and lifestyle, etc. i practiced this today, and it jarred me out of my eternal struggle to organize our house and made me focus instead on so many more moments with my son, times when i was present with him instead of blindly moving through them because of my mind being elsewhere.
Monday, May 5, 2008
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