and so another day passes. And another day. And another … And a week. And another week. And another … And a month. And another month. And … And then it’s a year. And another year. And another … And so it goes.
Annie Dillard says “as we live our days, so we live our lives.” I hate to think that.
I’ve been out, doing some errands, both over due; apologising, explaining and now I’m home, flaked on my co-houser’s bed, chatting; thinking : “another day, another day when I planned and hoped … but…”
And then I think “another day passes, and so it goes.” Wait a moment. This is how I’ve been thinking for … I’m not going to say how long, I don’t want to admit to it. Doesn’t get me anywhere.
I pull myself up. Instead of thinking it, write it! And here I am! The quotes may not be verified, but I can fix that later.
There are always reasons; adequate reasons. I am becoming more compassionate and more understanding of my younger self and of my present self as I deepen my self awareness. I am amazing. I have lived with obstacles for many years and I have ignored them and carried on regardless. It is now as I learn more and understand more and reflect back that I am filled with compassion for myself and with forgiveness.
But those reasons can become crippling, I think of Annie Dillard and of Elizabeth Gilbert who reminds me to be active, to do anything, but break out of the passivity ( in Deep Magic).
So here I am. Not needing to say anything else, simply being present.
I salute so many bloggers who have continued on, who inspire me and who encourage me.
I acknowledger the truth of Annie Dillard and that scares me. Many of my days are spent – how? resting, being. Each day is fine, but is that enough? The sum total of my being?
On my wall, above the computer I have reminders:
be good stewards of your gifts.
Protect your time.
Feed your inner life.
Avoid too much noise.
Read good books, have good sentences in your ears.
Be by yourself as often as you can.
Take the phone off the hook.
Work regular hours.
from Jane Kenyon’s, “A Hundred white daffodils,” a companion volume to her poetry, a collection of her prose about the writing life, her spiritual life, her country community, her garden, and more.
I feel the truth of these, deep in my being.
the courage to speak
the wisdom to write
the power to change.
Are also on my wall, challenge me. Why? Because it’s too easy to be irresponsible, to ignore my heart’s yearning.
And a question from Gratefulness( http://www.gratefulness.org ) to ponder:
“What are the riches in my life that cannot be lost?