10.16.2014

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 As I've mentioned before, I've been trying to work more blank time into my life. Time where I'm not reading or sitting down to write a few words on my blog  or reading a book, or running errands or cooking or reorganizing or putzing around....

Just time to sit. Literally, just sit there and do nothing. {Or sometimes, lay in a hot bubble bath and do nothing.} Part of me wants to run screaming when I think of doing this. How can I bear to just sit there? 
What will I do?

And another part of me says Ahhhhh. Sigh. Finally.

When I do manage to do it, I begin to notice patterns in my thoughts. I notice how I want to run screaming. How I feel like I have to have something to do. What that might mean, {is there something wrong with me?} and how lovely the newly vacuumed carpet looks, and how the sunlight seems to warm the whole room as it comes streaming through the window, and gosh, how nice the house is to be in. I listen to the silence, and a lot of times, many little clarifying thoughts come to me, as if they were just waiting for the space. Funny thoughts and things like, what to do with that empty shelf in the bathroom or, what to plant in the garden next year a few biggish things like where is my work headed next? and what makes me happy? They come because I'm feeling unhurried, and once I get past the initial fits, I tend to enjoy it a lot, in a deep calm thoughtful way which I can see being useful in my everyday swing of things. Just not all the time. Sigh.




P.S. I found this jar behind a wall in my home that we knocked down, then put new walls up. 
It looks quite old, and I would date it around 1940. Interesting, isn't it? 

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